Those that had stepped up were already a fascinating bunch... None more so than the slayer. She saw vast amounts of herself in the dwarf woman in front of her, and it gave her pause. Perhaps that could have been a fate for her. Perhaps that [i]was[/i] her fate, if she could not avenge the deaths of her family. No dawi wished to share the sad fate of an oathbreaker, but Sadwe knew that she trod that thin line, every step teetering her this way or that, threatening to topple her over the edge and into the abyss of a ginger mohawk and those blue tattoos. Clearing her throat, she stepped forward, brushing away a stray clump of dust.

She was wearing the finest clothing that she could muster. A simple silver necklace hung around her neck, with her hair braided with her normal gold loops. Her gromril ring had been polished until it gleamed (although that was hardly a tricky feat,) and her shoes had been neatly shined. In fact, the shoes were what gave her away. She had only a single pair of boots. They were sturdy and warm, with the top rimmed with wool, but they were the shoes of an adventurer, not of a courtmonger.

She wore a thick woollen dress of a deep forest green, ringed with white. A brooch in the shape of a two-headed axe clasped against her throat, and she walked with a deliberate yet delicate step. "Greetings. It is always an honour to approach one of Grungi's children held in such high esteem." Her voice was light and even, clear and projected so that it would not get lost in the grandness of the room. "I am Sadwe Braybreaker. Thunderer of Karak Norn, taken leave."