Biancca felt the tension ease out of her as the gathering descended into more or less civil discourse. She smiled sunnily at the dwarf.

[b]"Mad as a march hare by all reports," [/b]she agreed, making no effort to conceal her voice.
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"Still it is the interrogative of the prosperous to be eccentric..."[/b] blank stares greeted her. Elocution clearly wouldn't be a large part of this job, if she agreed to take it. 

[b]"I mean to say the rich can be crazy if they have the gold,"[/b] she amended, with a concerted effort to use smaller words.

The goblin's ate with a feral enthusiasm that made the half-ling and barbarian look like courtiers. She hadn't served much with greenskins in the past but their evil reputation and unreliability were almost a mercenary by-word. That left the barbarian, the halfling and the dwarf. She wondered how reliable any of them might be. Still she needed the job which meant she needed them.


"I am pleased to meet you Bjorn Bearblooded," she declared formally pushing herself to her feet and taking a long swig from her glass of wine. It really was an excellent vintage she decided.

She stood with a flourish, pivoting slowly to take in the assembly bowing slightly to the assembled group.

[b]"I am Biancca Del’Arivara, I am honored to meet you all,"[/b] she lied outrageously,[b] "I'm sure our patron will appear in due time and let us know exactly how we can win glory, honor, and most importantly gold in his service."
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