Selena listened to Claes absentmindedly. The woman really didn't have any idea what the Hunters could and couldn't do, did she? Oh well, she could tell her later. It wasn't important to the situation, at least not right now. She talked mainly about the horse combat, and open combat. All business, she supposed. It WAS a war meeting, after all. 

Wolong, however, looked her in the eyes, studying her. This didn't bother the cheerful woman, thought. She grinned, and gave him a little wave. While she didn't know him, it was always good to get to know some of your comrades. He looked like he had gone through a hard, hard life, with those eyes, that looked like they had seen it all. He was darker than most Qaylu, leaving Selena to assume that he had endured the elements in some way, for months on end. She wondered what had happened, in his past. Didn't want to pry, though. She was curious, but she wasn't nosy. Looking around as Oromis spoke to the two beside her, and other advisers piping up, she stayed silent for most of the meeting. 

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As the meeting concluded, Selena stretched, arms back above her head, yawning softly. It was fairly late, and the meeting was quite tiring. In spite of the exhaustion, and dampness, she was still cheerful. After all, much had been planned out today, and this meant better chances of success in the campaign, overall. Still, it would feel good to not be cooped up inside a meeting. She might head down to the tavern, invite Claes and Wolong along.

Pulling her belt with her daggers back around her waist, and tightening the smooth leather strap, with a steel clasp as the buckle, she grabbed her sword by the hilt, and stepping away from the table, as not to accidentally hit anyone, she spun her sword around, so that it was facing downwards. Pushing it into the scabbard on her back, she checked all the clasps of sheaths on her hip, and the hardened leather sword covering on her back. Wouldn't do to have 'em fall out while she was walking, now would it? Turning around, Selena brightened as she saw Claes and Wolong readying to leave. Walking intentionally to them both, she smiled, and said, [color=ForestGreen][b]"Miss Claes! Chuko! I was wondering if you'd like to meet my Hunters!"[/b][/color] Selena threw her arms around them both, drawing them in. [color=ForestGreen][b]"I understand if you've got some business to conclude here, but if I were you two, I'd want to get out of this wet, chilly old relic ASAP."[/b][/color] The woman smiled brightly, and throwing up her hood, headed out, waving. [color=ForestGreen][b]"I'll be waiting by the front gate, if you want to find me![/b][/color] 

If one of the others followed her out, she would make cheerful conversation, commenting on the omnipresent weather and telling stories about her adventures. She actually had been outside of the Hamrock Isles, surprisingly, and had a surprising amount of experience in areas one might not expect the Night Hunter to, such as having gone reindeer hunting with a tribe of Samnidalls, to having traveled with some Kolyat herders for a few months, and even having been to the valleys of the Qaylu Confederacy. 

If one of then didn't, or later on, after one of them had, she would be joined by a fellow night hunter, head covered by a forest-green hood, and face hidden by a [url=http://in1.ccio.co/K5/g2/y8/278db2679419620c5066fa781c9bd49e.jpg?iw=300]fox mask[/url], which was all black, odd for a Night Hunter, but not this one in particular. His name was Gramorn Kellantara, and he was the anonymous messenger for the Hunters, able to deliver anything, or so they told the trainees. In truth, he was just amazing at his job. He handed Selena a letter, which was sealed by red wax that had the marking of a single fang upon it. Unfolding it, Selena skimmed it, and her face was distraught, but then became dark and filled with a sadness uncommon for the captain of the Night Hunters. Folding it again, she said, [color=ForestGreen][b]"Gram. Assemble everyone. Including the trainees. They should hear this as well. Tell them to go to the tavern. I'll tell them there."[/b][/color] Stuffing the letter in the same pocket as the other one, her step became silent, and her posture fluid, like a panther stalking a kill. 

If the others had followed, and stuck around until Gram had delivered the letter, Selena would turn to them, smiling weakly. Her eyes belied it all, though. [color=ForestGreen][b]"You should come, too. It's important that you hear this, for... operational reasons."[/b][/color] 

If they hadn't, however, they would find her standing by the gate, rain falling upon her cloak, which was pulled tightly about the woman. She would wave to them, albeit slightly subdued by the previous news, and say, [color=ForestGreen][b]"Hi. I wanna show ya something, something that most people don't get to see."[/b][/color] She walked off, quieter than usual, not caring if they followed.