Ileen looked up, cheerily declaring herself ready before sinking back into her slump of a bad mood. One bright thought made itself known: Wizard + Uninhabited Tower + Magical Forcefield == Treasure. Maybe, just maybe, she might find herself something to make up for the whole 'press-ganged of own free will' bit.

Ileen sighed. There was nothing really to be gained by being a grouch, and the Contessa had said that the group would need to trust each other. Slowly, the 'other rogue' began to will her feelings away...