[b]Elora[/b]

Elora sighed in reluctance as she approached the Pearl. It was a small mercy that the air was cool enough for her to wear the hood of her cloak up to conceal her identity. Of course, she was not known in Denerim. She was not well known anywhere. Even so, the idea of entering a brothel did not fill her with any amount of pleasure. Still, she understood Leliana's decision. They would have some privacy to meet. The patrons would be otherwise occupied and hold little interest for the group of agents. 

The assassin carried very little with her. To the untrained eye, it may seem as though she were completely unarmed, though her heavy fur-lined cloak did help to conceal what she didn't wish for others to see. Most of her supplies were locked in a safe in the room she'd rented in the Gnawed Noble Tavern. She did wear her studded leather armor, however, and the sheaths at her waist bore two of her daggers. There was a separate belt pouch above that that held a small array of poisons and potions as well as her coin purse. She did not expect to be here for very long, if she could help it. She had been informed in the letter that this would be their initial meeting but she did not yet know the details of when they would set out. She imagined there was another in the group that had been entrusted with this information unless Leliana herself would be there. 

Elora pushed open the door to the brothel and stepped inside. She lowered her hood and glanced swiftly around the room. Despite the scantily clad men and women that fluttered about fawning over the patrons, the outer room appeared like any other tavern. She had been here once before whilst following a mark. Originally, she had planned to impersonate one of the workers and get him alone so that she could kill him in one of the back rooms but she had drawn attention from some of the other men. It would have been unwise for her to continue when there were others who could recognize her and connect her to the death of the man in question. 

The Pearl had not changed all that much since her last time here but Elora's eyes were not on the decor. She searched for the people she was expected to meet as she unclasped the front of her cloak but before she could locate them, she was approached by the proprietor. 

"Welcome to The Pearl. Who is it I can introduce you to, today? One of my men? We've got someone to suit every taste. Or perhaps you've come to seeking employment?" Her eyes flickered over Elora as though considering her for the job. The assassin frowned and pulled her cloak back around her body. "Maker, no!" she sighed in exasperation, her eyes coming to rest on a small huddle of people in the corner. She began to move around the woman in front of her. "Bring me a bottle of wine. I'll be with the group in the corner." She answered, already moving past her. The proprietor didn't look particularly pleased that she was only here to meet others but she didn't object. 

The two Elven men had arrived and so had the dwarf. If memory served, they were still expecting the last elf, a woman, and a Qunari. She was a little surprised that she was the only human in the group but it didn't bother her. As long as they did their jobs well, she shouldn't have too much of a problem with any of them. Elora came to a stop in front of the table they occupied. "Altha, Angelo and Vavin, I presume?" she asked, her eyes flickering to each of them in turn. Of course, she couldn't be sure which of the elves was which as the letter had not specified, but never mind. "I am Elora."