A boisterous song drifting on the wind caught the attention of Iraena, who had been sorting some of her supplies in preparation of her next excursion. Her curiosity was stoked a little when she realized that the source was a large minotaur, if only because they weren't a common sight around Cloakwood. It was really only significant to her because she too was sort of the only one of her kind in the city. To the best of her knowledge, there were no other Drow in the area. It was something that she had gotten used to over the years in exile, and it had become progressively easier to deal with as the people of Cloakwood became more receptive of her. In short, the life she had now was comfortable, and it appeared that she and the minotaur had that in common as well.
As she watched, he and his two friends, a Dwarf and a Human, walked up to the pavilion where Jorvan was, which meant that they were probably looking for acceptance from the militia to work jobs and such around the city. Figuring she had wasted enough time, Iraena turned back to her supplies, writing down quantities in a small book so that she had an accurate inventory. Still, the possibility of working together with the group wouldn't be a bad thing, and she couldn't help but think that it might actually be fun to have a group in the patrol, as she had usually gone on solo ventures. Mentally chastising herself for her fancies, she continued on writing in the ledger.