When Kire spotted the two elves, she was mildly amused at the fact that they were doing the same thing she had been earlier. Making a mental note to perhaps ask Ysaryn for sparring practice sometime, she watched them for a while until Bolym spotted her, with a face that said he wasn’t particularly happy about her presence. Ysaryn, though, was a different matter, and Kire grinned, clapping after she threw Bolym bodily to the ground. “Well-met. That was impressive,” she replied, smiling. “Does Bolym ever [i]not[/i] frown, though?” Ysaryn reminded her of her more rambunctious friends back home. Had they met the elf, they would have invited her to join their crew by now. A woman who wasn’t afraid of getting a few bruises here and there was someone after her own heart, too. 

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about, if you don’t mind. It’s about those supply runs Envy would ask you to do with Zekiel. I agreed to step in, and was wondering if I could bother you with questions about it, so I’d know where to go and what to do. Or not to do,” she added, hoping the subject wouldn’t sour Ysaryn’s mood too much. “If Ruli agrees, we’ll be your relievers.”