Frost turns to look at the other person, raising her eyebrow. "Make me an offer, then. At least this guy," She thumbs towards Kunxaar, "Said he'd lend a blade to the job. Despite not seeing a weapon on him, at that." She shakes her head with a scowl. "So we've already got him to look out for, we don't need another useless person. Leave me be."
She walks right past, moving towards the center of town, where she assumes the city hall or whatever might be. "The tough part of this is, of course, none of us seem human enough for this... well, I do, but I don't like taking off my hood, and most people aren't fond of dealing with creatures that hide their face. Think it's dishonest, and I don't blame them."
She looks over her shoulder at Angela. "Ah. Divine magic, with the gods and stuff. Met a few clerics of the dragon-gods back where I grew up. Nice folks, happy to have one on the party... granted, you're probably not a dragon-god-cleric, so that's neither here nor there. I agree with that plan, though. We'll check some stuff out, equip-up, and set out early tomorrow. 'Less there's some sort of attack on the town, in which case we'll have to adapt as it comes." She nods, shrugging. "My thoughts on divine magic goes for you too, Myrdyn... more than happy to have a bit more divine magic behind me." She looked him up and down, biting her lip a bit. "And you seem... muscular, too. I'm sure you handle yourself just fine... I'd love to see your skills in action. Come on, then."