Just a soon as she had lowered her flagon, two more approached and joined their group. First, a minotaur. Marsaadi had battled minotaurs before, both in the ring and on the field of battle. She had first learned to shed their blood in the name of Ebony, and later that some could truly be respected- her bias against the minotaurs had long ago faded into a faint tainting toward the back of her mind. Lingering vestiges did remain, but so few that they were hardly worth giving mind to. Such an act would only empower that negativity - that mental weakness - which was the last thing she wished to do. With a firm, friendly nod the Laughing Warrior quietly acknowledged the minotaur's presence, even raising her next drink to him before pouring it down her throat. Rivulets of ale escaped the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin, and she wiped at these with the back of her hand.
The second Dragonborn made her heart skip a beat. Two? Two?! Great gods and demons, was this an event! This one was obviously male, and exuded age and mystical power. Before she could even greet him, the one who had called this ragtag party to attendance spoke. Her head whipped about, eyes locking with a steely gaze onto the strange figure. She could feel the electric ripple of power filling the air around her. Marsaadi had never had the talent, but she could always feel such forces when they were in use. She had always figured anyone would be able to sense it in the air. It was palpable- pure energy ripped from the fabric of the universe to weave a new pattern as it was bidden.
Despite herself, she could not contain her surprise as this being's identity. She had never heard of this race, before! How was that possible? Agape and in shock, Marsaadi could neither respond nor look away, even as staring grew to be mildly uncomfortable. Astraviim was like nothing she could have ever imagined, not even in her dizziest daydreams. Still, there was something that rubbed her the wrong way. At the very back of her mind apprehension spread like a cancer. Not knowing why this concern suddenly arose, she mostly ignored it. Of course, that did not mean it went away. There was something here that just felt.. off. Her skin crawled and her muscles itched in much the same way as they had many years ago before her first real battle. Whatever was coming.. it was going to be big. Marsaadi was willing to bet very, very good money on that possibility.