Naethra grumbled a little under her breath when Oric used her magic to tidy her up. Doggy-Oric seemed... more cheerful. She wasn't certain if that was a good thing.
And, sure enough, the door led the group to a new... well, shop. She recalled the place where they left the dungeon, the woman she couldn't see. From what she remembered the other people talk about, it sounded like that place was as fancy as well kept as this.
She wondered what she could see if she was still the unchanged tiefling she was two days ago. The last place looked disused, abandoned, and more than a little spooky... what would this place look like?
She decided not to take a seat, instead standing towards the rear of the group, trying to look inconspicuous. And she tried not to laugh when this strange woman said the Mistress of Excess wasn't their enemy. She was able to get her reaction down to a brief, sharp exhale.
Last time, the Lady had chided her for her suspicions. Now that she could see the Lady's servants... she wanted, more than anything, not to.
"Oh, we came across some poor woman who had run afoul of some ogres. We saw her... sort of smushed into a bag of flour. I think we still have the bag. Is there anything you can do for her?" she asked, keeping her tone carefully neutral.