"I was raised to believe that we each make our own luck, so I don't think that we should have any problem in that regard. Besides, I've gotten in the habit of carrying some extra luck around with me, anyway.”

She couldn't help but crack a small grin. His confidence was quite welcome and perhaps even charming, in a dwarven sort of way that is. 

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"Roark Ironfist, of the Greymountain Military Corps of Engineers, at your service. Would it be safe to assume that you are also looking for a group worth forming for this particular escapade?"

"Indeed."

Robyn listened as the woman spoke. She spoke much about her people and tribe, although even Robyn couldn't place her origins with the clues provided. It didn't matter though if she was willing to help, who cared where she came from. Levius was and is a common enemy to all. 

“A pleasure, Miss Luna. Glad to have you aboard. We'll need all the help we can muster, no matter how much luck Mr GreyMountain can carry,” she said glancing back to him with a small smile.