Aurix watched as Esvelle and Atanese had come to the table, all the while she was stuffing her face in a brutal and savage manner. She could see the woman avoiding to look at Aurix as she ate, not that it got any response from the lizardfolk who merely continued to eat before nodding when Esvelle eventually got around to greeting her. Before long, Aurix had finished devouring her food as her tongue began to lick around her mouth to lick up any juices or messy debris that had failed to make into the massive, tooth-filled maw. 

Eventually, Aurix began to gaze around the table as she tuned into the conversation properly. She looked at Lin, who had first spoken in response to Esvelle’s plea for help. Family meant little to a lizardfolk, however, there was the chance that her brother could be useful in aiding Aurix in the great game of survival, much how her her current party helped her. 

“This party may be of help,” the warlock spoke, her eyes staring at rich woman. The lizardfolk, dug a claw between her teeth, feeling a piece of meat lodged in her maw. “Is your brother of use for survival?” Aurix asked, her neutral voice being apathetic to the situation as a whole, on top of her strange linguistics which accompanied lizardfolk as a whole.