The guild officer managed to offer no reply to her baiting insult when a stranger, an adventurer and an elf, interjected himself into the increasingly tense conversation. Normally, Nem might have been annoyed at the interruption, but for once she was grateful. It would be a shame if she had to cut down a guild officer so soon after joining the guild. She wasn't sure the guild master or the other guild members would be very forgiving. Her patience had limits however.
Nem scarcely had chance to answer the elven adventures questions before another adventurer, a young human, rattled off a chain of comments and questions about her appearance. Caught off guard by the rapidity of his inquirers and his rapid approach, Nem stumbled for a moment, gathering her thoughts.
"I don't breath fire," she finally managed, turning towards the young man with an amused look on her face.
"Unless you make me very angry," she added with a glare in the direction of the guild officer. "And a tieflings eyes are as varied as that of any other race."
Nodding politely towards the elf, she spoke confidently, "Yes, I am Nemeia."
Carefully watching the two new strangers, the elf and the young human who appeared slightly damp, she noticed a third arrival, a bruised and bloody looking Caerbean, who appeared to her well-traveled eyes to be at least faintly orcish. Gesturing towards all three of the adventurers in turn, one after another, she spoke with renewed vigor, "Who might you three be? And why is that you are looking for me?"