Elsa and Jarla

Jarla had managed to find a corner of her own in the Star and was leaning against the wall in a stylish manner. At Elsa's approach she looked up from the ale she had been partaking in - with her future income uncertain she was not going to go for wine - and laughed without humour.

"That... would be an understatement. I haven't spoken to the boss since before the battle, which is probably a good thing since I've no idea what I'd say to him. Or her. I can't help but notice my presence wasn't requested for a 'thank you for saving my life Signora Schreiber' talk. I suppose he doesn't like thinking about how he had to be rescued."

Jarla raised a copper eyebrow as she looked at Elsa. "I take it is all true about my brother and how he died. The wrong place at the wrong time because Irene hates you?"