[center][h3]Dylis[/h3][/center]
Dylis shivered at the mention of monsters. The Kharakhi Desert was bad enough without hungry monster lurking in the darkness.

She managed a smile. She couldn't tell much about the diary. She was no forger. Certainly not an archivist. The diary looked right though. It looked old. Seemed heavy enough. Worn enough for something written decades before her birth. She didn't want to handle it. She didn't need to touch it. Dropping or damaging it would be...unfortunate. She'd heard enough about Katelyn to suspect she'd have a temper. 

Dylis sensed watchful eyes around them. Nothing untoward. Nothing violent. But more than she liked. They were a strange group, no doubt. Six strangers gathered in a tavern with no cards in hand and not so much as a dollar on the table. Still, there strange people were nothing new in the wilds. Everyone had a story. Everyone had a past they were running from or so it seemed.

"I'm not overly fond of monsters, least of all the hungry ones, I will happily avoid them all together. However, if you find me a lock, I will get you past it, whether you have the key or not," Dylis said, trying her best to sound confident.