Luna had stood in the rear of the room as the King spoke, listening carefully. While the draining of the necromancer's powers would certainly mark him as less of a threat than he was originally she knew better than to think that any magic user without use of their powers faced more than a temporary set back. From her own experiences with magic and sparring with fellow Talian warriors they often went on the offensive when they thought she was running out of steam. What troubled her more was someone infiltrating a prison that was probably more difficult to breach than this castle. Perhaps the infiltrator was not alone in the task, or perhaps just very well armed and supported. Either way, this task would be serious if the King felt the need to summon this many individuals.

Her garb was a simple white cloak over a white linen tunic that was cut into a v-neck fashion. Holes were punched on either side of the neck line of the tunic with leather laces to bring the v-neck together in a straight line. Her pants were a hardened leather of dark brown, well worn. The bandits had given them to her and they had more than proved their worth. It was far from her preferred garb that she would change into when she had a chance. Her boots went up to her calves and matched the pants, both in durability and color. Her belt held various trinkets including her favored weapons, a pair of scimitars and metal rings containing four points. The metal rings were balanced for throwing or using in melee combat. She also had a leather roll with lock picks of various sorts and a skeleton key for standard fare locks. Attached to the belt was a satchel with an eyepatch, medicinal herbs, and a flask of oil. Among the other satchels were various goods such as strings, ten metal rings with claws to fit over her fingers, a sewing needle, and thread. 

The King had mentioned an armory and to help themselves. She grinned as she followed the crowd to the room, glancing around the chamber. This job would most likely involve enemies knowing they were coming so being quiet wasn't always going to be a concern. She approached a weapon rack containing several weighed maces. She tested half a dozen before finding one she liked. It was made of fine steel, balanced perfectly and polished to a shine. It looked as if it had never been used. She twisted some leather cord and slid the mace into it, then tugged it.

She glanced around the room and looked at the groups now. Most of them were filled with larger men. They would probably underestimate her. This region perhaps was not as familiar with Talian warriors as most and that came with explaining a few things. She spotted what looked to be a magic user along with a Dwarf. She approached the pair and removed her mask. "Greetings. I am Luna, the Night Touched. A pleasure to meet you."