The cold gestures and arrogant eyes of the old man upon her face made her clench her teeth together to prevent herself from barking at him. Except for the brief twitch in her jaw nothing showed from her inner brawl. With a nod she acknowledged the knight who turned out to be her companion for the next six months. The words of the lord sounded very harsh and Ilinfer had to think of the reputation of the guild. She truly didn't understand why this horrible person had to be so harsh. Whatever, the world was harsh, so why shouldn't the people be. The warrior listened carefully as he explained their objective. The pouch hit the tables surface with the typical jingle. Somehow it sounded like screams to Ilinfer. Conscious of what still had to be done she unrolled the scroll in her hands, offering the contract to the lord. It was custom to sign a contract with the guild, just to insure that the person fulfilling the mission would get their money in the end. Of course the lord would know this, had he surely called upon the guild before. 

The woman then retreated, turned to the knight with a nod and a fleeting smile. Then she took up position next to the door, crossing her arms across her chest and waiting until they would finally embark. She was itching for a fight. Mayhap she would start a small brawl in the next tavern after indulging in some beer or warm mead. With any luck she would be singing and dancing drunk with the crew of some ship . . . that was, if they allowed women on board. Sailors were very peculiar in that way. Hopefully the knight would just take the money and they could be on their way and gone. The fighter didn't mingle well with nobles and didn't understand their world full of intrigues and power. With a sigh that almost didn't register she stroked a curl behind her ear, tucking it in with all the other stray strands of raven black. An earring glinted as it caught the light – a small ring placed at the top of her left ear. A glance would suffice to recognize it as black steel.