[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] The storehouse, by the wagon
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Everyone, Ntaj [@Lucius Cypher][/center]
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Another visitor? Another soul added to the ruckus

[color=a2d39c]”Hello. N-My. My name is, Ntaj. Please to meet you.”[/color] 

Lerraina paused mid breath at the knock. She was just starting to ease up a bit, just to be rattled with the thought of someone here to kill her. She peeked round and peered at the greenskin thoughtfully. She couldn't recall anyone of that color being in the guilds back home. Perhaps it was just her being paranoid. Taking a moment, she lowered her head, her eyes scanning the ground as if the right words were staring her right in the face, yet she couldn't read them. [color=b22222][i][b]What would Gretchin do?[/b][/i][/color], she pondered.

It was already decided that Gretchin was a bit more extroverted than she normally would've behaved, perhaps a bit of a few things if she played her cards correctly. And so, the game was afoot. 

Calanon seemed as vigilant as ever. Which made this the perfect time to test her theory. She cautiously stepped forward, her eyes focusing on the large figure before her. Her bow hung casually at her side and as she came nearer, her steps were gradually relaxed. She reached out a hand [color=b22222][b]"Mine is Gretchin. It is a pleasure[/b][/color]