Their gathering was something right out of legend. Elves, dwarves and humans joining together to fight some unknown evil. The people who enjoyed these kind of stories were often no adventures or heroes. Foolish young girls dreaming of knights in shining armor, sons of farmers aspiring to be knights. Celine knew reality was all but a different matter. Those stories made the world seem like it was all black and white, the reality was gray. 
 
The young man sitting at the table with Thaddeus, he could be a farmers son. Hopefully he hadn't been raised with these heroic tales. The real word was cruel and she hoped for his sake that he had learned that already. She was still young herself but she knew that life wasn't a fairytale, not anymore. 
 
With a last sip apple cider she washed away the strange taste of her spiced soup. She remained seated for a little while longer studying each of their faces. Even when one of them seemed to stare back at her, Celine was not deterred and kept looking. She recognized the delicate but sharp features of elves, the stature of dwarves and the fact that their presence seemed to overwhelm the young man next to Thaddeus. 
 
When the hooded figure she had been watching put a dagger to a man's throat, Celine didn't even raise a brow, nor did her heart started to beat faster. She was very aware of the possibility that she was going to travel with this party but couldn't bring herself to care about the possible threat the hooded figure would pose. At the sound of her hissed warning, she found it was a woman. Well isn't she just scary? Celine thought mockingly. 
 
After things quieted down at the table she saw it as an opportunity to join without too much commotion. She undid her cloak and hung it on the back of the chair seated next to the Watchful Man. The peasant dress she wore was old, the colors faded. The white having faded to ivory and a tan leather bodice meant to preserve some resemblance of an hourglass shape. 
 
She seated herself, speaking in a calm even voice. "Quite the mix up we have here"
"I am Celine, the Godswife of the villages to the West" 
This much she allowed them to know. She was actually quite curious to see what her title would stir up.