Darya huffs quietly and slows her pace, falling to the back of the group. Silently observing each of the quest members, she watches as an unfamiliar girl came jogging up. Although her stuffed pack and sudden appearance indicated that she'd been travelling, the blonde seemed to not have a hair out of place. [color=adf2fa][i]Maybe a daughter of Aphrodite? Interesting.[/i][/color]
She pulls out a tiny notepad and thumbs through it, settling on a page and jotting down a brief note on each of the new individuals.
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Reagan rifles through his pockets. "[color=fcf4a3]Yeah! How much do we need?[/color]" he calls to Tony, pulling out a handful of crumpled tens and a few coins of various origins. He nimbly catches a euro coin just before it hits the ground. "[color=fcf4a3]Wait, American or other?[/color]"