Faust took the offered hand and shook it gently, taking in the person she was meeting.

[color=662d91]"It's nice to meet you Static. You can call me Faust."[/color] 

With this exhange she then turned her attention to the third party in the conversation. The one who had found them-self with a knee imprint on their face. 

[color=00AF33]"urmmmm I'm a warrior class I think, we're going to visit the Black King, did you get her message aswell?" [/color]

Warrior, you think? Faust pondered this then a small smile formed on her face. A newbie, most likely. 

[color=662d91]"Yes, I think pretty much everyone received it."[/color] The healer remarked in response to the message in question. She hadn't given it much thought. The ebony strykers seemed a little [i]too[/i] mysterious. She wasn't going to immediately trust in them, and honestly joining a guild that would soon be getting a massive influx of members would just make her feel more lost. Though these were judgments passed without any trustable knowledge. Maybe a visit would be good? 

[color=662d91]"A visit sounds interesting."[/color] She concluded with a thin smile. She could feel her want for action rising, and it was highly unlikely they could avoid it with this objective. After noticing herself lost in thought she blinked hard to shake it off. Good job, playing it cool, real smooth. [color=662d91]"uh, how are we getting there by the by?"[/color]

A walk could be a good chance to get to know each-other, as well as maybe meet some rabble on the way. Though speed was always more convenient, and who knew how many people had already beaten them to the black king?