[center][img]http://oi64.tinypic.com/20mm9f.jpg[/img][color=f26522][h3]Sharadur[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr]
Huh.  So she was mistaken.  The gassy spook wasn't the one responsible for this cute little gathering of magical friends.  Damn, she had been so certain- he even had a scythe and everything.  She frowned slightly, catching herself before it turned into a downright scowl.  She was not overly fond of being wrong, especially in front of a big crowd of new people she was supposedly going to be working with to some degree.  Whelp, that couldn't be helped now.  At least it seemed the rest of the group had either ignored her minor gaffe or wisely chosen not to comment and thus keep their eyebrows.  After the old mage had finished speaking, she started to open her mouth to voice her own questions, but others beat her to it.

For starters, it seemed the big orc had taken particular interest in the small catgirl and the pair of them decided to have their own conversation off to the side, apparently ignoring the one who had just been giving details of what he expected of this group.  On the other hand, the gassy spook she initially mistaken for being responsible for this gathering seemed intent on making introductions.  "[color=f26522]Of fucking course he calls himself '[i]the plaguebringer[/i]'.[/color]" she muttered in a voice that would only barely be audible to those closest to her- in this case the bald, tattooed woman seated beside where Sharadur stood.  Clearing her throat and allowing the small ball of fire she had conjured for warmth wink out now that the old mage had taken care of the frigidness of the hall, she let her palms rest on the table and leaned forward to speak. 

"[color=f26522]I'm Leneyl of the northern marches.[/color]" she casually lied, completely ready to pull whatever follow-up deflections and lies straight out of her ass if these people decided to pursue and lines of prying small talk even tangentially involving her personal life.  It was something she had become quite practiced at over the course of her former career, brief as it had been.  "[color=f26522]To be frank, while this job you talk of sounds super noble and all, I can't say I'm one hundred percent sold on the concept.[/color]"  She continued, now looking to the one who had summoned this group for answers.  "[color=f26522]Seems pretty suspiciously vague so far.  I'm looking to hear some specifics and, more importantly, I wanna know what kind of compensation we can expect for running around being big damn heroes on your behalf.  I dunno about the rest of this motley crew, but I've got debts to settle and hungry mouths to feed- namely my own.[/color]"
[hr]