Brief
In a gathering of mercenaries answering the call of the local Nobel house to rid the land of a fearsome beast you wait and watch. A warrior steps into view, she carries herself with confidence bordering on arrogance. She surveys the room, taking not if the other warriors assembled here. Her eyes quickly dismiss most as not worth her time until she notices you. She smirks and makes her way to you, you know many of the mercenaries here are teaming up, safety in numbers, is that what the steady, hungry look in her eyes is about?
"Aren't you intriguing? I know almost every sellsword here by reputation or experience, but you're new." I regard you past lidded eyes, biting my lip slightly. Obviously interested in more than your martial training. "So who are you, what can you do?"
