"Hello Grim." Azurael said brightly. "We might need your help. Not death related though."

Azurael made sure to say the last part of the statement, not entirely trusting Grim's sense of humor - it tended to be morbid she had noted, not surprising given his job though.

"We are looking for a work crew to salvage the Exodus, the humans are getting to close and we need what we can get inside the pocket dimension."
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Anuriel noticed Chrissa's sudden shyness. She also noticed Damien's sudden lack of words - she wasn't sure if this was for the same reasons. She knew Chrissa was shy around new people (but a very talented cook Anuriel admitted to herself). Damien just seemed quite taken by the cook.

Anuriel elbowed Damien after a continued silence, the poor boy seemed at a total loss for words. Anuriel with much effort managed to keep her face straight instead of grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I think a small selection of fruit will do Chrissa. Thank-you, and you are doing a very excellent job."

Anuriel had considered making Chrissa her apprentice, perhaps one of these days she would offer. The girl certainly deserved it.

Both Damien and Anuriel saw the newcomer, Ma'ai Thos approaching. Anuriel offered for him to sit at thier table with them if he wished.