Coupled with Moliira’s explanation, the idea that the drow could still sense something of Marth gave Dalanesca a bit of hope that perhaps he was not dead after all - though she knew that the outlook was more than likely rather bleak.  If he was not already dead, the chances that he would be by the time she found him were rather low.  “Staying out of it is probably the best bet,” she said, with a cold laugh.  It was clear that she was trying to find humor in a situation in which there clearly was no humor.  “I am sure there is probably a much better way for me to handle this situation, but I know that you understand me - to a point, of course,” she said.  She knew that the drow must be in a very odd situation, stuck between two friends in such a way, but she appreciated that she was not at her throat trying to stop her from what it is that she felt must be done.

“I know you are not aiming for false hope,” she said, rather reassuringly - which seemed odd, given her mental state.  “I appreciate you taking the time to try to help me,” she added.  “I know that this can’t be an easy situation for you, but you are still going above and beyond, as is usual with you… so thank you,” she said, pointedly.  In silence, she took a drink, knowing full well that handing over her ring to Moliira had essentially been signing Marth’s death certificate - it had been the only thing keeping him alive in her mind, and unless the drow managed to find him, he was most likely gone.  

After a time, while the two sat in silence finishing their drinks, Dalanesca’s eyes widened a bit.  “Did you… did you see that?” she asked Moliira, quietly.  “Did you summon him here?” she asked, her eyes flashing wildly.  A figure had walked in the door, and she realized after a moment that the figure was indeed Marth.  She could not believe her eyes, and after a moment, she rose from her seat, unaware that no one else in the establishment could see the apparition.  It was not Marth, but rather one of the spirits that haunted the establishment.  Dalanesca, however, was blinded by her sadness and the realization that Marth had arrived and rushed to embrace him - though her arms travelled straight through him when she reached him, and he was gone.

Silence fell over her for a brief moment, leaving the building rather quiet - most of the conversations had been kept at a low volume.  In moments, when Dalanesca had realized what had happened, she let out a blood-curdling scream - it was clear that she had completely lost it.  She grabbed the table nearest her, which was thankfully unoccupied, and sent it flying towards the wall of the building with a crash, bringing dust down from the rafters.  She stood, breathing hard, her eyes as red as blood, just daring someone to approach her.  Her gaze scanned the few patrons of the establishment, and she spoke in a duo-toned voice, masked with a near-demonic tone.  “Who… is responsible… for this,” she said, the rage dripping from her words.  

Moliira only shrugged at the laugh, grief did strange things to some people.  "It is not my disagreement, so I should not pick sides.  It only makes sense," she said, knowing the cold logic of her decision would help Dalanesca understand.  She nodded at the mention of false hope, and bowed her head at the thank you.  She was already spreading her senses, seeking a track on the man she had only met a couple times.  "No matter what I find, I will come and tell you.  You will get an answer of some kind," Moliira said, sure in her decision.  It was one of her odd moments of altruism, perhaps it was the pain caused to Dalanesca that made her much more sympathetic.

Once the drinks were done, Moliira almost opened to her mouth to suggest they leave.  But the haunted inn had a mind of its own, and Dalanesca darted away from the table.  The drow mentally braced herself, she knew that something bad was about to happen.  Fortunately when it did, the table flew into unoccupied territory.  But everyone in the room was suddenly on their feet and cringing away from the enraged woman.  She approached Dalanesca, her hands out so the woman could see she held no weapons.  But her voice was as frigid as the mountain winds.  "You need to leave here.  Now.  If you hurt any of these people, then I will choose a side," Moliira said, a low lupine growl coming into her voice.