[indent]Aupa sighed and reclined her head so that her eyes were focused on the stone ceiling of the room, heard footsteps as others[/indent] entered. She would make time for niceties, introduce herself if the eye made her, otherwise she wanted little to do with the sheepish team. She couldn’t smile, anyway. The scar just made her mouth pull to the side in an ugly leer. It wasn’t really clear to her exactly who had made their entrance or when, not until an elf took the stage-- a limber, overconfident fellow, grandly trying to reconcile the group, disbanded before it had functioned. 
[indent]“Any apprehension I may have had before has dissipated, as a truer band of adventurers has surely never been. I will be pleased to make each of your acquaintances. First, allow me to commemorate this occasion.”[/indent]
[indent]He took out a stringed instrument in a U shape. His playing was skilful but he was big–headed and insincere.[/indent] Aupa decided to be wary of him, for there must be a good reason for this annoying façade. The Orc seemed to like it though, laughing genuinely and heartily, a sound not pleasant to the ears— like the collision of rusty blades—but he seemed happy, so Aupa enjoyed the sentiment. 
[indent]“Oh ho… adventurers, are we? Well, it appears He works in strange ways. I did not expect to come upon a band of ‘adventurers’ when I was brought here! This should be VERY interesting!” he followed this up with the first introduction of the day, excluding that of the irritating bard, who had not so much as stated his name. “I am called Ulgahk. Though you may know me by another name… ‘The Lonely Blade’.”[/indent]
“Ulgahk?” This was a woman, blonde and a shade younger than Aupa. “The Lonely Blade, you mean, [b]The[/b] Lonely Blade?” There was silence for a moment. “I have never heard of you.” she said almost bashfully.

[indent][i]Strange,[/i] Aupa thought. [i]Am I in the company of famous travellers and fighters…
Well.[/i] She grinned, lopsidedly, to herself. [i]At least I will never fall short in the department of killing things.[/i][/indent]
	Aupa breathed out and back in sharply. For just a moment, the space in her head behind the silver eye—the same place one might get a stress headache, in her temple—seemed to be on fire. The pain quickly decrescendoed, however, to a mild buzzing, an angry, erratic sort of static, as if there were voices arguing in her mind. She couldn't help but notice the giant–like figure (figures, rather) skulking in the far edge of the room, to the extent that a circular room could have edges. It seemed the biting voices could be sourced back to them. 
	Trying to ignore this, Aupa figured this was the eye´s cue to introduce herself, and she spoke in a voice that was more confident than she felt towards these pseudo–celebrities.
	
[indent]“It´s hardly a suitable time to be elaborating on who we do or don´t know, I think. We might as well become familiar with one another while we´re here…“ she paused for a moment to think. “I´m called by Puafria Aupa, and just so there´s no bad blood later, I am indeed attuned to the Chasm of decay.“[/indent]
 [i]No. No, no, no, that was a mistake. There are creatures of death present. The blonde one in the armor looks very self–righteous, and stronger than I am.[/i] She fixed her eyes on the stone floor and silenced herself, leaving an eerie quiet, almost like negative sound, floating in the hall.