[i]A portal in the Fog stable enough to support a village? There must be more to it than that.[/i] Kis thought. In her experience portals were usually random events, popping up all over but rarely in the same place for long. If the village had found some way of opening portals themselves, or at least attracting forming portals closer to themselves, then it was certainly something worth investigating.

And then there was the matter of the battlemage. Even if his wife was exaggerating his powers, as spouses were wont to do, then a magic user so close to the strange phenomena couldn't be a coincidence. Whatever was happening out in the Fog Kis knew she had to be one of the people to investigate. Stepping up towards the woman Kis coughed politely and turned to look around the room with a warm, friendly smile.

"Hi everybody, most of you already know me, but for those who don't I'm Kismet," Taking a quick bow Kis took a moment to wave to a few of the adventurers she recognised, sharing a familiar greeting with them to renew old acquaintances. When she was done she turned back to the woman leading the meeting and with earnest eyes continued with her introduction. "You could call me a greeter of sorts. I hunt the wastes for newcomers to the realm and help to acclimatise them to our ways and customs." She quickly skipped over the other part of her duties, the part where she made sure the dangerous and unstable visitors never had a chance to 'acclimatise', if the woman needed to know about that, Kis would inform her at a more opportune time.

"I'm a decent tracker and scout, and know enough about the herbs of the wilds to be a fair healer in a pinch. If you'll have me along I'd be happy to accompany you on your journey." With that Kis quickly took a seat in the front row of the chamber, making herself a part of the crowd as she turned and shared some good humoured words with an old friend seated not far away.