Hawlin

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*recovering from long night of 'one too many's*
x_x

Blah post.

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"Tss-soldier salary" Kaite quietly chuckled, rolling her eyes as Sadron answered her. Still, it was more than nothing, and the mention of free reign on anything in corpse pockets piqued her interest at the idea of what a warlock could possibly have. Being told that pilfering was allowed had already won her over since the money meant little to her, though the extra mention of her participation not being optional wiped the smugness off her face. Wanting to go along was one thing, being 'required' to go was something else that rubbed her the wrong way.
"Yeh, I'll bring ya back a souvenir, gramps. Maybe something in red" Kaite darkly joked in an uninterested musing tone, spinning the helmet on the table to imply the likelihood of bringing back the warlock's head if possible. Whoops and hollers abroad, Kaite didn't understand everyone's willingness to be forced on such a quest, but at least they seemed enthusiastic. It was certain to at least be an interesting journey with the mix of characters.

Kaite couldn't miss out on boxes of goods, especially on the elves' dime. While it was standard equipment, the ring stood out as it had with a few of the others in the group. "Oh, Sadron, you shouldn't have" she quickly and quietly muttered, comparing the ring to her gauntlet which she wasn't about to remove in order to try it on. Her humors were curbed by Sadron's response to the rings being brought up as not being his idea.

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@ineffable

*synchronizes face-palm after taking the time to look the character up*

OKAY! Wll, not sure why they were thrown out the window besides how they have yet to show up. Maybe they're doing something important like us!

_{*Kaite scraping dried blood off of armor spikes with a knife*
"Oi! Th'fuck y'looken' at!?" >:[
*Slip of inelegant northern gutter-dialect*}

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@ineffable

*Fumbles through notes*
x_x;

OH! Erudessa!
I thought Thinslayer just controlled all of them. I was wondering when they would show up, but I guess we have an answer.

_____ Durvain? Now I really feel out of the loop >_<;

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Which npc? >_>
I've been doing my best to pay attention...though not enough, it would seem.

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*Kaite busting out finger-screws*
>;3

EDIT: Also, sorry for my wording. Enjoying a few drinks after a long week. x_x

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Resting an elbow on the table on being announced by her full name save for the middle initial, Kaite looked to the attendees as they were called. Eyes flicked back to Sadron from the half-elf who resolved to sit in spite of the call to stand.
"...for?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow in bemusement. A freelance to the core, simply being tasked by authority was hardly enough for Kaite to see reason behind her service beyond solid rational scaled against the weight of earnings. In her mind she owed none of the elves a moment of her time, and was hard pressed to look past her own prejudices in order to see the common good that cooperation would present, long-term.

"I received a letter, nothing more" The half-elf sighed, leaning back onto the rear two legs of their seat and crossing a leg over the other. Receiving the look from Sadron garnished with his chosen words had urged her to this point, and Kaite was curious just how badly she was 'required'. The hint of such implication worked a sly grin to her expression as she had picked up their helmet from the table, visor facing them. "If you lack imagination, I could certainly suggest a mutually beneficial price~" she chirped, though leaving the statement where it was since the enticement of a high-elf deliberating over a 'mortal's ' price was delicious, in concept, especially considering Sadron.

After a tense moment, Kaite turned her head to the other side, holding eye contact with the high-elf in a silent promise with little expressed regard other than how she shifted her feet to the floor and made to stand. "The collection's shadows meet my own; I promise little outside of the best of my abilities...but my best is the least I can offer-" She stated, tackily leaning forward to sate the idiot high-elf's request, a hand locked on the helmet laid face down into the table. "-given the circumstance" Kaite's words concluded with a shrug. While it may be disconcerting for the rest reliant on her role, the display was mostly to jar Sadron whom Kaite could only fathom would be increasingly put-off by her flimsy presented compliance. 'To be honest', a royal favor was a tall order that only a fool could pass up, and making the high-elf sweat was only an added bonus.

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@MissCapnCrunch

Pouring the small elf a cup of tea, Kaite set her helmet on the table while letting her packs slough off onto a side to rest on the floor against her chair. The freedom of her hand's motions in topping the cup off spelled a small and readably discontent furrow of their brow for a moment before concluding and looking back to the woman who introduced herself as Dionaea Sycamore, or 'Dia' for sort.
Kaite paid partial attention to the woman as she spoke of her lineage and poorly attempting subtleties in asking for the black knight's name. Her attention was more invested in others' conversation and appearances, introductions and such. As formal as the setting was, Kaite saw no need to complicate formalities with repetition, and the woman who introduced herself as Laina earned a distantly skeptical stare for a moment as she engaged the knight who'd arrived shortly after herself.

"Yeh, neh, to be quite honest it's because I did not introduce myself" Kaite coldly growled, mimicking the young elf's tone as she looked somewhere past them to the rest of the occupants in her distraction. The half-elf caught herself, however, shaking her head with a self-disappointed sigh for her tavern-room demeanor. "Pardon...I am 'Sir' Jericho Kaite of Ispar. Kaite will do, and I guess I am more used to happy hours than garden parties" Kaite apologized along with an awkward chuckle, offering her own information in compensation, however broken it was. She was more used to throwing people out of bars than engaging people in conversation, and this single day likely held a good two-fold of her spoken words combined in the last month.

The announcement of 'getting started' drew Kaite's attention, having been convinced that this meet up was just for the sake of it or to be some kind of trap. The knight's 'here here' easily reflected her interest in there being more than simply shaking hands and splitting yuppy high-elf swill.

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I'm having computer problems, or I'd already have a post up.
>;[

EDIT: And sorry MissCaptn, Kaite is only pretending to be polite under the implied threat of being a charred corpse, otherwise. xD

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Phone post, but still.