[ Keira makes a little noise from her throat at Relm's description of herself, caught between humorous disgust and amusement. ] You poor, poor soul.

[ Her contempt for dirt and mud and general outdoors cannot be overstated. Keira smiles in mild amusement at the other woman's emphatic order to the barmaid. ]

Oh, hardly long at all. A day or two, at most? But long enough to find this place infinitely preferable to my previous location. And have you noticed?

[ She motions with her free hand to the place at large-- all of Riverview, she means, but it's slightly ambiguous until she goes on. ] No angry mobs baying for fresh blood for the pyres, no sadistic mage hunter to be found? Why, I'll drink to that. [ And she does, happily, taking a drink from her wine. ]