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[color=fe7e53][b]"The others?"[/b][/color] she responded, humming softly to herself before offering a slight shrug. [color=fe7e53][b]"I did not talk to them much, though they are the curious sort. It's hard to guess what anyone's motivations are, when joining a mercenary company - could be for noble reasons such as us to vengeance or greed... only time will tell, I take it."[/b][/color] Sonya seemed to consider the answer carefully under her mask before Odessa finally heard a yawn, prompting the martial artist to giggle softly. [color=fe7e53][b]".. it seems I must bid you farewell however m'lady.."[/b][/color] she said, playing slightly to the knight role. [color=fe7e53][b]"Get some rest."[/b][/color] With a warm, affectionate smile, she waved to Sonya as she walked away.
[h3][i]The Next Morning...[/i][/h3]
Odessa fell in line with most of the others, having not arrived early like what she considered normal - nay, she had slept well, perhaps a tad bit too well, but the thoughts of her new companion had kept her warm through the night. It was natural, almost, to find the masked woman to whom she stood side by side easily. Giving a soft, if shy smile, her attention went quickly to Silas and Dixon as they spoke.

It wasn't long before Silas had presented his challenge, revealing the mark of a slave on his face. Odessa was slightly surprised, but for the most part - despite being a noble - seemed rather unphased. In truth, she cared little whether he was a king or a slave, that only he allowed her own self to do good in this world. And.. he himself propelled such ideals. She hadn't gotten the chance to ask before, so after Sonya had asked her own question, Odessa raised her hand quickly to interject her own query. [color=fe7e53][b]"Also, pardon my curiosity, but what is the intent of this group? Besides taking on contracts, that is.. or is there any?"[/b][/color]