Ala glances around as she walks, but for the most part, it is hard to see because of the tears in her eyes from the horrid smell of the place!
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The frey nods, "Ya'd best stow that club before we go in, Baja, or else you'll likely lose it 'til we depart..."
With that, the frey's paw-stump explodes into a tiny arcane whirlwind and then settles back into its usual, blunted form...
"Oh my, yes, yes. African would not normally be my first choice, but considering the circumstances..." Charles continues on blathering as they walk through the musuem. It is obvious that he is like a kid in a candy store....
Ala looks to the others, a slight curl of a sneer on her pleasant features. "The Stinking Stien, eh? Sounds lovely...", she says with dripping sarcasm...