Vaeri enjoyed the atmosphere of the Knife's Edge, despite it's somewhat sinister name. She hadn't been here for more than a few days, but she had become acquainted with some of the patrons in this establishment, especially with some of the more brutish men that enjoyed their arm wrestling bouts. There was no better way to get acquainted than to join in on their fun, not that she managed to beat any of them. She did, however, earn some respect since she was able to hold her own against them for even a short while. They didn't speak much outside of their cheering, laughter, and grunts; but they were good company nonetheless. After spending the last couple of days drinking with the other patrons, she noticed that the man she sought after was not here.. Yet. Described to her as handsome, but dangerous looking, among other adjectives. He was nowhere to be seen, until now.

The four figures stood out from the crowd, their presence within the tavern seemingly stronger than the others. A dwarf, a.. Fey, half elf? And two humans. The human that stood seemed different from the rest that she had seen before. Perhaps he had an interesting story laying beneath his menacing aura and scars. Her gaze moved between each of the four. She felt a slight excitement well up inside her. Things were going to be interesting.. If they let her join the crew that is.

Slowly, she walked towards the noble-looking man as he waved away a would-be crew member. From the side she heard someone call out "Vaeri! C'mere for another wrestle! Hahaha!", it was one of the bulky men who looked like he was going to start a bar brawl. She waved at him, as if to say 'Not tonight.' He shrugged in response before sitting back down. It would seem that a small queue had formed in front of her, so she stood back, allowing the ones in front to finish speaking to the... Quartermaster? Captain? Recruiter? Whatever the title, he was important enough to warrant a queue.

The Elf observed the two women in front of her. Sage, and Vaia. Names she took note of as they introduced themselves. Both were much shorter than her, but were also fairly muscled. It was best not to underestimate anyone that wishes to join a crew. Vaeri smiled slightly at the confidence that both brought to the table, patiently waiting for her turn.

When the two women had finished speaking to the man, she stepped forward. [color=00aeef]"I am Vaeri, a Great Clan Elf. I have traveled from the far north to come here."[/color] She greeted the recruiter with a nod; her tone of voice was quite calm and held a subtle air of confidence. The Elf pat the head of her axe which hung on her belt. [color=00aeef]"Like Vaia, I am a trained warrior, and in truth I only seek to learn of the other cultures of this world. And perhaps learn about you and your companions in the process."[/color] Her unwavering gaze falling upon the foreigner and the Elf that stood at either side of the nobleman.

[color=00aeef]"But in your eyes, I'll be a mere mercenary, no?"[/color] She ended, giving the handsome man a warm smile.