[BlueInTheShell]

Tritonia huffed and rolled her eyes at Chidi, sticking out her tongue and letting her voice carry into a nasally mockery of the woman's own tone. "Dying is preferable anyway. Meh, meh, meh. Everyone thinks the solution to a horrid situation is just hoping something kills them." Flicking her wrists and letting the metal gloves she was clad in rattle a bit and ring, the bard settled her eyes once they were done circumnavigating the room and honed in on the dark-skinned woman with disdain. "People should just try growing a set, and then do something to change their situation."

Crossbow and potential assassination averted, the Bard brushed past Chidi and hummed a few notes that sounded like a night terror peeling the paint from walls, Tritonia took a few last inhales of the air in the brothel before yawning and forcing the door to the populace open with a few hand; using the other limb to shield her eyes from the invading daytime that slammed her face - along with the blast of heat from the Southern Lands that reminded herself that she was stuck in this philistine hellhole. And it even worse, she was trading one inhospitable biodome for another. "Every been to the jungles in the Far West? Because that's where we're headed. Provided you're not a tart the entire travel there, I'll consider buying a carriage or something from town to town."