Liara was making her way through the clearing when she heard a voice. "Hey!" The bear beside her let out a soft growl, but she managed to still his concerns with a pat on the head and a good scratch behind the ear. As the man and his vein grew closer, her smile widened and she dipped her head. [color=violet]"Why hello!"[/color]

"You're also a mercenary, right? Plate armor and posture give it away. Name's Fell, and this is my partner Noone. Transferred here a few days ago, nice to meet you."[color=violet]"A pleasure to meet you both. I'm Liara, and this is Arlan."[/color] She extended a hand towards Fell in greeting. Arlan in turn, raised his snout to smell Fell's should he accept Liara's greeting, unsure just yet if he would bite it off or accept him as ally. Liara giggled softly. [color=violet]"Don't mind him, he's just a bit weary of new comers. Arlan, be nice!"[/color], she reprimanded the bear. He grunted and growled, but eventually backed down ... the man's hand was saved, at least for now. 

Liara was dressed in her usual training garb. Her armor and sword were well polished, padding secured, she smelled of the wilds and was even furnished with sweat and dirt, marking her efforts this morning. Her uneven braid, which fell to the middle of her back, now seemed to fray and fall apart. She wasn't the greatest at being a girl, but you could tell that she did try every once in a while. How she carried herself though, it was evident that she was more concerned with being a good soldier than anything else.

[color=violet]"A new transfer you said? A welcoming is in order then. We were just on our way back to the camp if you'd like to join us."[/color], an insistent nod followed as she beckoned them forward. Despite continuing on gingerly, there was a calmness about her. And her smile, though sincere, was almost disconcerting. Infectious as it may be at times, you might often stop and wonder about her. Was she always this happy? [color=violet]"How have you found it here so far?[/color]