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[b]"Yeh, neh, to be quite honest it's because I did not introduce myself."[/b] The half elf growled, and Dia brought her head back in dismay. It was quite rude to be honest, and she expected that from an orc or human but of someone with ties to her own? Hmph. The woman than pardoned herself [b]"Pardon...I am 'Sir' Jericho Kaite of Ispar. Kaite will do, and I guess I am more used to happy hours than garden parties"[/b] Kaite said, a chuckle following close behind. [i]"Where I come from, every thing is a garden party."[/i] Dia said, a small smirk across her pink lips as she put her hand up waving it. [i]"Don't worry about it."[/i] Dia said, but in her mind she would remember the incident.

[b]"Lady Durvain was slain by the Warlock."[/b]

Sadron's announcement was met with a few gasps and comments. Though Dionaea hadn't met her personally, her stories held her in high regards, despite being the leader of the humans. There were tales of her blessing households of need and being one of the most cunning of the High Council, and for that Dia found her to be inspirational. Dia's hands fell into her lap, listening to the other members of the part speak before Sadron listed off the role of each member.

[b]"Dionaea Sycamore, you shall be the party's scout, to guide them safely through the perils before them."[/b]

Dia's eyes widened. She what? A guide for these people? Dia didn't even have shoes on let alone the capabilities to lead these people, they would laugh at her surely. She remained quiet, nodding. She would accept this task either way. It would be an honor to serve the high council, she required no payment besides her name spoken about. That is what her parents would have wanted as well.

[b]"I suppose now is an excellent time to provide you the supplies you'll need on your journey. Each chest contains food and survival gear. It is all yours, so you may take what you want before departing. I trust Xen will let you know when to depart."[/b] Sadron said as Dia took part with the group gearing herself with all the items she found necessary, especially a pair of shoes. With the chaos of the rings, Dia just watched and listened. She didn't like to deal with the unknown too often, and this was very much an unknown.

She slipped the ring onto her slender fingers and would make use of it at another time, when she felt it was right.