Eleni had heard of the Black Band group of mercenaries before from her father on the rare occasions that he was about. Not exactly keen on making a living as a spear for hire. But until issues were resolved and she could return home to her [i]natural[/i] duties such things would have to be tolerated. The biggest problem would be keeping her pride in line. Still wearing her symbols of authority, so it was clear who she was, the rank she held and the heritage that she came from. Lined in dark purple studded armor, each stud having a diety of people on it. Composite bow at her back and a spear in hand, wading from the bought to a hopefully small time in Avalad.

Over hearing several stories of certain peoples wanting into the band. A man tall as a giant, a dwarf and an elven king. Well at least she wouldn't be the only one having to keep her pride in line. Because of previous responsibilities she kept watch, her eyes constantly moving. Taking notice to several muggings and a whore steal from a man while being penetrated. Vile as it was this damned city was her home like it or not.

Find the guildhall with ease, though trying to fight in between everyone was agitating enough. The recruits if they could be called that lined the hall, yet another thing she'd have to tolerate in Avalad. Noticing the dwarf, elf king and the giant without a second notion, instinct or not she knew who they were. But the relieving thought of another woman there heated the heart some. 

Lightly she stabbed her spear into the ground only listening. Overhearing the Carmine's comment. "Men are that way. Food, drink. At least these place isn't totally filled with cocks." Eleni spoke harsh but coming from her perspective and upbringing, men were second class citizens for the most part.