"Oh, uhm..." Arianna stared in awe at the axe. It was indeed simple, but she was more surprised at the sudden act of kindness from the Rak'thurrian man. She gently took the axe from him and turned it over in her hand, testing it's weight. It felt just like the axe Mr. Goyle had let her use in town. She nodded and looked up at the man. "Thank you, mister," she said with a grateful smile.

Then, it was time for business. She swung the axe up on to her shoulder, bit pointed down, her free hand balled in to a fist on her hip. The leader of the group, who's name was Duraid, was listing off rules and regulations for the group. The bit about not turning away anyone made Arianna sigh in relief. Then came the ground rules: No heroics, the crew was more important than the pay, running was fine, no infighting. Simple rules, easy to remember. "If you've still got questions, follow me. If not, go follow Faris and help out the dark mage with his shopping. Poor bastard needs to get some upper body strength." That was apparently Arianna's first order. It looked like she was in! But she had no idea who this 'Faris' was. She looked around the training ground blankly. "So, uhm... What now?"