Whatever Nicholas' feelings, he was hardly as out of place as the tall but slender figure who followed just behind, content to let the men go first. At six feet tall the dragonkin was of a height with most human men but the pale talons treading softly across the smooth floor were far from human. A simple blue hooded shawl concealed much of the creature's face, draping elegantly over a plain but well-kept green dress in the style that of those who were born and lived in the Dragonlands. The only flourish to her garments came in the form of a golden pin in her shawl over her left collarbone. It was an item she reached for with her scaled hand, fingertips resting against its familiar shape as though it imparted a small measure of comfort. 

Unlike the rest of them, Rhindani carried no sword, no armour, only a large and well-used leather satchel against her hip. Her own introduction would sound quite unimpressive coming after titles and boasting oaths. When it was her turn, Rhindani lifted both hands to the soft edges of her hood and pulled it back, revealing a reptilian face of dull golden scales. She had no hair, only horns and a frilled crest that drew a line down the back of her neck. 

[color=c4df9b]"I'm Rhindani...."[/color] Her hands came back down to clasp together quietly in her lap. [color=c4df9b]"...from Metal City and the Church of Draconis Rex."[/color]

She did not bow, or curtsy, or kneel, though she gave a polite incline of her head. There was motion down her back, a folded shape of wings hidden under the long shawl. It was only then that she glanced over the rest of them better. She didn't consider herself much of an adventurer but the invitation had been extended to her all the same.