The dancing elven girl turned away momentarily, lowering her azure gaze lest her obvious surprise be apparent on her face. She wasn't sure what to make of a near instant acceptance on the old elf's part. While she was, at that girl's very age, already trained in how to slit a man's throat after bedding him she somehow found the idea of tiny girl wielding a man's weapons as "wrong". This Kat's immediate acceptance, without any sort of challenge or even promise of one, did bother her somewhat but, Assallya had to ask herself, how was that different with any of the other adventurers she'd worked with?

Picking her way carefully through the ale filled crockery, pale bare feet slipping across the dark stained wood, she considered making her own overtures but now she wasn't sure. Finally, after some deliberation, she slowly descended from the table, stepping upon a man's thigh for purchase. The man took the opportunity to grasp her buttocks, his fingers rough through the gossamer material but that , unfortunately, was to be expected. Reflexively she twisted and slapped him, not because she particularly cared. She had danced tables enough that she was accustomed to such behaviour. She did so because they expected it. Already they were laughing and teasing the man.

She then moved towards Orin and Atticus' table, hips rolling, blonde curls caressing her slender shoulders. She didn't look like an adventurer, not with her pale skin and loose nearly transparent silks. If anything she appeared as little more than a strumpet and nearly as useless a the young girl, adolescent boy, and an old man. Ah, what a group they would make.

"This goes against my better judgement," Assallya said to Orin as she sauntered forwards, "but provided the girl can shoot and the boy do more than conjure a kindling flame you may have a chance at whatever delve you plan. I am Assa'alliyeh, a sorceress and I have some interest in such things. How would you sway me to your cause?"