[Serra Britt]

A familiar thought signature brushed up against Feenai's mind and her lips started tingling. She looked back and saw the faint outline of Dante following her and Jeanne. "Dante? You can walk closer to us, if you like," she said casually, trying hard to not blush. "And I think drinks would be a lovely idea. Perhaps we could find a place to wash off this smell too?" She continued walking and soon reached the spot where they had first entered the sewers. She wasn't sure if Dante knew exactly where the tavern was that they were going to, so she didn't seal off her mind from the network as she climbed out of the sewers. Wow. That's a nice motorcycle.