[BlueInTheShell]

Wisp was the first of the less...Desirable party to slide down the stairs, the dark mage letting out a small yawn, and rubbing an eye with a finger as she moved past the rest of the group, only to stop at Deadwaltz lying there on the table of the guild tavern. Shaking her head the woman moved over towards the barbarous girl and snapped her fingers sharply in the blonde's ears, making her jump awake for a moment. "Ah shit. Ah fell asleep again." The barbarian was awoken once more and Wisp coughed softly and turned to the rest of the group. "I assume this is the entire group. Good. We don't have time to train. We should just go." She grumbled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

"Ah just got back on mah feet...Lemme have a drink. Or seven..."

Christoval was soon enough gliding down the stairs; red in the face and carrying both his bag and Wisp's, though the expression on his mug was one more filled with determination and readiness than exertion. Sweeping his glance over towards Kastivi, the young knight flashed her a small, pleasant grin and whispered a quick hello, only to notice the other man - Christoval raising a brow before he realized the man was most likely the healer they were waiting for. "Wisp just wants to leave early because she doesn't tip room cleaners."

The truth was out, and Wisp narrowed her eyes, only to sigh and shrug her shoulder, the woman looking over to Percival and snorting. "Oh. It's you. Shouldn't you be retiring? You've been saving people for too long now." She murmured, flaring her nostrils and peering behind the group. People were starting to head up the stairs. They'd find out how much of a miser she was now.