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[color=8493ca]Petragar's light beady eyes darted towards the bronze coins in the box, a thick brow arching at the symbolism of the fool. It was fitting, from what she could recall of the card readers tales. Stepping forward from the two elves, she retrieved one of the offered coins and pinned the round bronze token within the folds of the hooded cloak wrapped around her shoulders. What little she had in way of questions would either be answered when they got to the merchant's shop or where considered inappropriate to ask about. She glanced up at the two pale skinned elves that were in stark contrast to her. Decades of practice had kept the thoughts from showing on her features as she examined each of the other women. 

At least a foot taller than she, the dwarf observed of the one with her nose in a book, [i]Sheri.[/i] Despite her many years, Petragar had not seen an elf quite like her before. The grey skinned dwarf wondered what usefulness someone with their nose in a book could be in combat, should it come to the job description lead her to believe it would. Useful in gathering details, certainly. Her gaze shifted to Vera, the blonde elf warrior, by the looks of her armor. She at least looked like she'd be able to handle herself in a fight despite there being something just a touch fragile about her appearance. Then again, elves were a fragile race in the eyes of the stone-hardened dwarf.

Petragar stayed a step behind the others, rarely if ever one to take the lead in a situation like this. They were to talk to people and interview them, she was more adept at observing others than with engaging in conversations with them.[/color]