A little greed goes a long way. Although one Greed would probably protest to that... [Greed]
Yellow fog.
Altalita stops running and dispells her sword as soon as she's clear of the dining hall from hell, leaning down and resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath, "Gods, this place is hell." She grumbles under her breath, brushing her hair back behind her head with one hand. She examines the torn dress for a moment, and sighs. She gets to work tearing it so it's a more even tear, and gods only know, they might need the cloth to bandage a wound at this point.
She takes in her surroundings as she wraps the cloth around one hand and ties it off for lack of a better place to put it. Being unable to send and receive from her shop, she can't hammerspace it away, "...A rich neighborhood?" She blinks, "First the woods from hell, then the dining hall from hell, and this?" She headtilts, blinking.
..Wait. The first place made them angry. The second made them hungry--"Oh fucking hells, Greed." She says aloud, hopefully where the rest of the group can hear her.
Altalita stops running and dispells her sword as soon as she's clear of the dining hall from hell, leaning down and resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath, "Gods, this place is hell." She grumbles under her breath, brushing her hair back behind her head with one hand. She examines the torn dress for a moment, and sighs. She gets to work tearing it so it's a more even tear, and gods only know, they might need the cloth to bandage a wound at this point.
She takes in her surroundings as she wraps the cloth around one hand and ties it off for lack of a better place to put it. Being unable to send and receive from her shop, she can't hammerspace it away, "...A rich neighborhood?" She blinks, "First the woods from hell, then the dining hall from hell, and this?" She headtilts, blinking.
..Wait. The first place made them angry. The second made them hungry--"Oh fucking hells, Greed." She says aloud, hopefully where the rest of the group can hear her.