[h3][color=8493ca]Fang[/color][/h3][indent][color=cccccc]While she didn't have a reason to trust the old mage, Fang wasn't too concerned about distrusting him either. The words he spoke seemed genuine enough, if vague. She nodded in acknowledgement of his explanations and glanced around at the others and found herself uncomfortable. Even with the cold, wet weather dampening her magic, she could sense not all magic was equal among her fellow magic users. Some of it seemed quite dark, and her gaze lingered on the large orc and the tall mage with a raspy voice and cloud of sickness. She refrained from verbal judgement, her attention flickering back to the old mage as he shot sparks from his fingers. She was pleasantly surprised that the room began to heat. How lovely. 

The woman beside her had been radiating warmth, however, and Fang found her rough around the edges, but charming. She would have introduced herself, but she didn't have the time as the orc caught her attention again instead. She watched as he talked to the youngest member of the group. He asked a question no doubt on the minds of many, and she watched quietly, waiting on the girl's response. She supposed formal introductions were in order now that everyone has arrived.[/color][/indent]