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[color=FFE4E1]"Alright, I'm Cecilia, Hawk, nice to meetcha,"[/color] Cecilia piped up, a bright smile on her face as she watched the rest. [color=FFE4E1]"Arte's a merchant, and we've been going through these ruins with ruffians popping up every which way trying to make away with her horse and her goods, so you'll have to forgive her for, y'know, not wanting to leave her horse and such. As for people menacingly holdin' onto their weapons, I don't very much appreciate hypocrisy n all, yeah? After all, Kren there has been holding onto her club this entire time, and it's the same with Nor too, y'know, who was definitely holding onto his crossbow until he up and disappeared. So hey, how 'bout just getting Nor back here, have Kren stop posturing, bring Glum over, and we can all have a good, peaceful conversation face to face."[/color]

She paused, before shrugging, her own spear leaning loosely against her shoulder. [color=FFE4E1]"But then again, I don't think we've much reason to team-up. Most of my group is already rich, and we're just here because we're stuck between two armies and the best way out is by offering them what they want. If you'll keep us safe and let us handle the star-metal and negotations with the military, we'll letcha keep all the money, alright? No problems from our poor mountain princess there, neh? All I'll ask of you is to let me see it first. Sure you understand an adventurer's desire to be the first to lay eyes on something new?"[/color]

Unlike Arte, Cecilia was relaxed, cheerful even. She didn't mind adding more people into the party, after all. The more the merrier; so long as she laid eyes on heaven's bounty first, the Spellblade wasn't particularly concerned with monetary gain.

...well, she also wasn't opposed to getting in a nice fight either.

Placing one hand behind her back and extending her other hand outwards, Cecilia left her spear leaning against her shoulder as she flourished out a gentlemanly offer. [color=FFE4E1]"Well, whatcha say?"[/color]

And behind her back, visible to Arte and Locke only, her other hand began to curl its fingers, a silent four-second countdown. If Norde and Glum didn't cut their shit out, that was all the time Cecilia was willing to give before she got to it.