Morn shakes her head, Tallying up as the next two enter the room. The other girl would probably be the most like her, maybe a good chance for conversation...

"And as I have said, I consider it. At the time my goals do not coincide, and my master has not oppinion." If one could read her mind (None could, she still had her ring of mind-shielding, a gift from her father on her second trip) they would have heard at quiet 'Thank a Pantheon' issue forth.

"One last to arrive. Perhaps he would be would be more interested, should he consider granting us his august presence."

Sarcasm rang out clear from her voice with the last words. Even a stupid troll, which she thought Matt was (Oh to underestimation) would be able to hear it.