Kadrin nodded stiffly as a way of greeting the other mercenaries when Varian acknowledged her presence to the group. Her eyes settled on the orc for a moment and her brows furrowed together. It was an unusual choice. Kadrin had found herself working with an assortment of people. Never an orc. She lacked the manners to introduce herself, but felt the courtesy was likely necessary. 

“Kadrin,” she stated simply.

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When the merchant made a remark about the capability of the group and looked towards her, Kadrin sneered impudently. Even if he was paying them well, she took his look in her direction as a reason to question the sincerity. She didn’t care what the reason was, but she was prepared to take up arms against him once he said it. The only thing holding her back was the fact that he was paying them for the job. She didn’t want to cause a commotion before they even left for the mission.

The pouch containing thirty five silver pieces helped to soften the irritation and distract her from the previous ill-conceived notions she held about their employer. It had been a while since she had such a large sum on her person.

When the merchant asked if they had any questions, she wanted to query about the number of entrances and how well guarded they were. Since Osmund beat her to it, she instead asked, "What kind of details can you give us about these men? Do you know anything about their weapons or fighting experience?" It wasn't a question that she felt the merchant would be able to easily answer, but she liked to be prepared. It could inform any strategies that they might choose to use. 

Kadrin showed no physical discomfort when told the number of men in the fort. Although, it seemed a formidable challenge for a group of that size. She just hoped the merchant’s numbers were accurate, and that there weren’t any surprises. Her eyes fixated on the orc as he spoke. He seemed pretty naive. She didn’t know what she had imagined an orc to be like, but that wasn’t it.