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	Arelia took some time to consider what was being proposed by their leader, the words rolling over in her mind as she dissected them and attempted to come up with a plan as to how she could help. There were things she could do of course, but that would also involve trying to come up with an explanation as to why should would need to be away from home for a time, and that wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do when one was a Noble. She could probably spin a tale of needing to assist some friends with moving, or better yet, maybe doing some charity work in the Grey District as she was known to do from time to time. That one might actually work out more come to think of it, it had a solid base and since she already had a history of doing such things it wouldn’t be called into question nearly as much as helping a friend move. After all, none of the nobles were planning on changing location and her husband knew the same circle of people she did within that world so it would be far too easy for him to check on her story. With the Charity, there was no story to check as she rarely had anything to do with the organized ones as she much preferred to just do what she could without other nobles trying to make themselves look better.

	[color=00aeef]”I could sneak into their ranks,”[/color] she finally offered up, [color=00aeef]”Wouldn’t even really have to make myself look too much different than I do now. Small changes in how I dress and maybe dirtying my skin up a bit should work, a slight change in how I talk and how I walk and I could just merge into the background. Of course, there is also coming up with a reason as to why I would want to join whichever side you think I would best fit into.”[/color] The Dusthawk leader gazed at her for a moment, pondering.

	[color=ffc125]“We could figure a way to get you into the Thorns -- it’d give us an inside man, and a better means at intercepting the dupes when they finish their trade. Of course, you’d have to convince them to send you on such a deal… Though, that shouldn’t be an issue for someone of your capacity, I’m sure.”[/color] Valrel smirked at his last words, prodding for a response from the noblewoman.

	She raised a brow at his words listening to what he had to say and then laughing, the sound bursting forth from her throat with such force that it caused a few around her to jump in surprise. [color=00aeef]”You flatter me Valrel,”[/color] she said with a smirk of her own, [color=00aeef]”It makes me wonder what else you want of me with your honeyed words, or are you simply suggesting I draw attention to certain [i]assets[/i] that I have in an attempt to make their brains short circuit a bit to get me where I need to be?””[/color] It wouldn’t be the first time she did something like that, even if she had to look a bit grimy, it didn’t mean she couldn’t enhance a few of her natural features to draw a certain type of attention to herself. There was also the fact that she wasn’t an airhead, not that the women within the Dusthawks were in the least, but she could act like one easy enough, but that would not be the mission for it. This mission she felt she would need to be on top of her game to get what they wanted and how they wanted it. A little bit of physical distraction tied with a few fancy words to prove that she would be a valuable asset to send would not be a bad idea.

	Valrel chuckled as he shook his head at the proposal. [color=ffc125]“If they’re still the sods I knew them to be back in the day, I’d imagine bawdiness will win their hearts just as easy as a sack of stones.”[/color] Leaning forward in his chair, the Dusthawk locked eyes with Arelia with a grin on his lips. [color=ffc125]“‘Course, you’re the one makin’ the suggestion, not me. I’d do whatever seems to fit the leader’s judgement. Best you remember that, in case sultry feelin’s ain’t their impression.”[/color]

	She snickered at that, [color=00aeef]”I guess we will just have to see where their leader’s brain rests now won’t we?”[/color] she asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, [color=00aeef]”Shouldn’t be too hard to figure out if they listen to reason or if they listen to what they see. Probably one of the easiest things to determine more often than not, if we know what gender the leader is that is?”[/color] She raised a brow once more with her inquiry, she was still relatively new to the Dusthawks and she was still learning everything in their store of intelligence, but she felt she had hardly made a dent. There was so much that the organization had learned throughout their years of existence that it was sometimes hard to retain it all.

	The leader coughed brashly, leaning back in his chair as he spoke. [color=ffc125]“The head of the Thorns, last I knew, was Naham Sutter, a half-breed elf who is known to be quite the womanizer, and a drunkard to boot. However, this is old news, and I’ve heard stories of a brutal dwarven lass by the name ‘Forberya’ leadin’ some of their hits of late… I suppose my suggestion would be to prepare for anythin’,”[/color] Valrel put his hands behind his head, glancing around the room as if he were searching for a new speaker. It was a habit of his to keep his conversations short during the initial briefing, as those who craved the finer details knew to speak to him afterwards. While he understood Arelia’s inexperience, this wasn’t going to be an exception to that standard.

	She nodded her head and leaned back in her chair, legs crossed as she began to turn over a variety of ideas in her mind. She would either have to go in expecting someone who would want to try to get in her pants, or she would have to go in expecting to slap some people around to get her point across. Either way, it wouldn’t be too difficult and if she could figure out if it was a female dwarf, she could just go in as her charming male self.

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