[center][h2][color=lightblue]V E L A  F A D E[/color][/h2]
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Vela listened -albeit with a look of frustration upon her lips- to Nyrien's explanation, suddenly moved from one task to the next. She felt scramble-brained, having just moments ago been thinking about how to snatch a wizard brat, and now thrust into a drug-busting mission. If she had any opinions or questions on the matter, she kept them quiet behind her crossed arms, save for her initial and brief introduction. A first and last name, and she returned to silence.

Surrendering herself to the sweeping winds that blew her from one corner of the Guild to the next, she spent her time traveling to the Cliffs by sizing up her teammates, no doubt exchanging some words as her demeanor warmed. She professed very little to the other three -contorted confidence easily seen through by a thin veil of humility. All the while, Vela walked close beside her new teammate, 'Sera'. Despite the blindfold, it was obvious enough that the witch was catching eyeless 'glances' at the shorter girl, interested in some unspoken feature.

When at last they made it to the Cliffs, Vela remained adrift. She was new to Arskel, and the paths that led there had yet to solidify themselves in her memory. Here in a ghetto like the Cliffs, things were all the more obscure and unknown.

[color=lightblue]"Do we get five questions maximum?"[/color] Vela joked, deadpan, at Nyrien. She sighed. [color=lightblue]"I don't suppose you three had hatched something before I was tacked onto the team?"[/color] she asked, turning her head about the trio.