[color=6ecff6][b][h3][center]Irene Rendower[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

It seemed that whatever rumours their were of Laurence's kindness, they were overshadowed by the painful reality of his hostile demeanour. Irene did not show it, but being snapped at for such an innocent gesture did not sit well with her. Additionally, she could not fathom this nonsense about this being "dirty work". They were going to exterminate a group of subhumans for the good of civilization. What was dirty about that? The only dirty part would be that they might have to traipse through some filthy lair to get to them. The defeat of this creatures could only otherwise be described as good and glorious. Irene could not understand this man's character.

It was revealed that they were to be saddled with those that had not expressed any particular preference in task at this time. It was as though they were being served sloppy seconds. Her displeasure at this arrangement was only amplified upon learning the character of those that would stand with them. The first was the masculine "Yuel". From the slap on the back to the plain and uncouth speech, Irene could tell she was of an overtly boorish stock. The worst part was she heavily reminded her of her brother, Igmund. He had learned to act like a drunken commoner from spending his time among the household guard. This was going to be a tiresome partnership. Of course, like with all her family members, she simply gave her a pleasant smile and pretended she wouldn't prefer to leap into a pit of demons than associate with her. Their other compatriot was an elf. He was not bad to look at, but she imagined he would prove himself uncultured in due time.

Nonetheless, they were all to march off to find their quarry by foot. Why they were not allotted a carriage like the others, Irene did not know, but she would have preferred a more elegant form of transport than her own two feet. All she could do was smile and pretend she wasn't bothered by her comrades and keep her mind on the prize. Their walk demonstrated precisely why they needed to exterminate these vermin. Irene once again questioned the label "dirty work" in her own head. Soon enough, they came upon their first barrow, and Laurence offered to instruct them as to how to deal with them properly. [color=6ecff6]"I for one would welcome your instruction, sir."[/color] She told him. Even if whatever solution he might have in mind could be most inelegant, it was for the best that they got the job done rather than fail to succeed. She could predict Laurence may be once again irked by her politeness, but while she was outwardly polite, inwardly she could care less if he didn't like it. It was the only "beautiful" thing to do to be polite, and damn him if he had a problem with that.

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