Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Ah." The word was simple and the rest of her mead was downed in one, perhaps to easily, fluid motion. Reaching for the bottle, another glass was poured without much thought to the situation and a glance was offered around the table before she let everyone carry on quite easily. They clearly had all reserved themselves to their various endeavors for the evening and attempting anything else would simply be in the vein of trying to cause trouble. Leaning back in her chair again, another sip of the mead was taken easily.
"I suspect checking the rooms, after such other disasters, would be a wise move indeed." A brief smile was offered, and the second glass of mead was easily downed before Aspel shifted, grasping at the handle of the bag she'd left to rest by her chair and shouldering the pack. "Up this way, I believe." With that a gesture was made to a flight of stairs and Aspel would move in the appropriate direction. At the very least, she should drop off her gear before venturing off, to try to find other bedding for the night.