The lobby was finally beginning to fill up with the other competitors: a man with steps too loud and one who enjoyed the silence, much like her. Although, as she learned in the past, first impressions hardly lasted. They were in a comfortable lobby, and tensions were relatively low. Xaih kept her observations to herself, nonetheless.

The loud one seemed more wanting to share his thoughts, however, and it was only slightly bothersome that he decided she was a gypsy. She may have been nomadic, but it wasn't her choice, and she certainly wasn't free-spirited. To be fair, she did steal on occasion, for necessity of survival, naturally. Still, she didn't feel the need to correct him. First impressions hardly lasted.

Another loud person entered the room rather abruptly after what was said, and trailing beside him stepped an oversized wolf. That would cause some concern in a fight under a multitude scenarios, especially in tracking. She quit fidgeting with her hair and folded her hands together and narrowed her eyes in thought. He seemed confident enough, but perhaps too much.

"Who knows," she chimed in, "Maybe three might prove to be too much for you."