[ Naturally it wasn't all that difficult to get Marian to come along, all Adalwolfe had to do was mutter the word adventure and she jumped at the chance. Even after so long she still finds it difficult being constrained to the fleet, always eager to venture out whenever they are given the chance. So really it shouldn't be surprise to anyone to find her at their side, her own bladed staff strapped to her back, hair left to float about uselessly.

She takes one look at the room and groans, memories of Duke Prosper's mansion coming up just as swift for her as they did for Wolfe. Frankly she hated that place and it's puzzles and that pompous Orlesian asshole who owned it. A hand comes up to her face as she tries to will the memories away, floating a little off to the side. ]

I hate puzzles.

[ Not so much because she finds them difficult but because they take up so much time better spent beating down the walls or something equally more productive than trying to figure out blighted puzzles. ]

Maybe we just have to pull a lever and it'll open! Puzzle solved! No need to spend hours agonizing over combinations or symbols.

[ She's not bitter, not at all. ]