Dhyannah had been in town for about two days by this time. Stalking her surroundings, scouring the land and scrapping up what information she could about the one who sent for her. She had kept herself to small circles, it was very rare for someone to know her by name. And the jobs she had taken over the last year, she could hardly believe they had served her so well as to make a name for the huntress. Not everyone had taken kindly to the bloody nature in which she killed. Not everyone had the stomach for it. But she was good at what she did. 


She had received the summons nearly a week ago, but wasn't very far from the specified location and thought it prudent to use the opportunity to her benefit. The rogue watched as the others arrived, eyeing each detail, every sharp edge and shadow. It was certainly an intriguing group, and she took note of everything; the stiff movements, the cautious gazes, uncertainty of some and the confidence of others. She typically worked alone, but this group seemed to have enough secrets, she was sure she would fit right in, or at least as much as the next person would. Perhaps the Sergeant was the most interesting of them all in this setting. The one who seemed to be uncomfortable with it all, yet trying to keep it all together. He kept his men from badgering the dark dwarf, even dismissed the need to inspect their weapons. What if there was a traitor among them? A wolf in sheep's clothing perhaps? 


A soft chuckle escaped her as they were escorted in. And as the last of them disappeared into the grand home of their host, Dhyannah settled back into the shaded rooftop of a nearby building. She loosed a breath as her backside slid to the ground, and wondered if this would be her last adventure. It all made her very curious. What sort of quest would require [i]their[/i] aid, [i]their[/i] audience? What sort of situation would have the Sergeant and his men so unhinged? [color=lightblue][i]“Time to go then.”[/i][/color], she mumbled with a wry smile, removing herself from the rooftop. 


Dhyannah wore something special today, it was indeed an occasion to be invited on a quest of such epic proportions. Steadily, she sauntered towards their hosts abode, sporting dark green trousers tucked into charcoal grey boots, tied up both sides to her knee. A finely crafted, dark grey leather chest piece concealed most of a cream colored tunic, with the exception of the tails that extended out over her rear. The neckline was left untied, and the sleeves were tucked into bracers that were similar make to the rest of her leathers. Her cloak hovered over her figure, the frayed ends dancing carelessly over the cobblestones as she moved. Free of jewels and amulets, save a beast’s tooth hung around her neck to accompany her attire. It wasn’t until she actually reached the guards did she remove her hood and mask, revealing a face void of emotion. She extended a hand to the men, holding the summons she had received, requesting her presence. 


One guard, far younger in years than her, had stepped forward to greet the rogue, then escorted her inside. Though her gaze rarely tore from the path ahead, she took in the modestly decorated home. There was often much more to a person or a household than what they surrounded themselves with, unless of course it was a simpleton who summoned her here. It wasn’t the barest of homes she had done a job for, she only hoped it could deliver. Coming upon a great hall, she noticed the rest of the lot, sat at a large table, their host at the head. Being the last one in often drew attention, and she was not normally one for a grand entrance. So, simply and quietly, she dipped her head to the group and took up an empty seat.