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Over the din of the tavern and the myriad of aromas the chime of metal is easily detected by her covered ears. The dark cloth enshrouds and comforts her visage as she awaits for others to arrive. One such member appears before her, an experienced looking Redguard female. Judging by the choice of armor she is obviously some form of amazon. The Argonian makes no motion to be warm nor friendly, instead drumming her tail against her high ankles. She is placate enough to simply bask in the presence of the unknown woman. As an assassin Onasha has done well to work either alone or at least with two other entities. However she knows this noble is on some expedition. Perhaps he wishes to impress his city, his mother, or even a female he is courting. Either way it will be frivolous and Onasha will be surrounded by clumsy fools getting undertalon.

Her draconic eyes study the Redguard politely. If anything at least she'll have a meat shield should they fall under heavy attack. Another reason she does not wish to gain too much air of...personality with this group. A great deal of them will most assuredly die and the crafty Shadowscale does not plan on being one of them. Instead she can use them, perhaps the noble himself, to get away from this all the richer if need be. As the two females soak in each other's silently comfortable presence a figure slides into a spun chair at their table. The Dunmer did nothing to assuage any second thoughts about this group in the Argonian's mind.

Still while she is obviously much more of an animal than person, her instincts coax her into using a shred of mannerism taught by her mentors. It was both strange and impressive to be referred to as a "lady". Personally the Argonian will never understand such terms simply because they are not commonly given to Argonians. Namely from a Dunmer. She feels inclined to speak as an introduction and a question were given, but beyond that nothing more would seek passage from her scaled lips. "Onasha Smokessskin, fresh from Black Marrrrsh. My ssspecialty lies within shadowss and poisonsss." her voice is notably feminine, but still retains that lingering hiss so apt to her ilk and bold with a rasped accent. While she cannot directly say to these strangers what she is entirely she is allowed to be less than subtle if she wished to hint at anything further.

Onasha keeps her dark cloth around her head and muzzle, plucking at the skirt around her waist to cover her dagger jealously from the proclaimed thief. She will not underestimate Belas nor anyone else to sit at the table. Before she could focus on listening to the Redguard speak a crash in the room earns an unhappy hiss from the disturbed argonian. The amphibious lizard flexes her tail and stares at the robed Breton. However the flustered and nearly aghast expression on the mage's face earns a clucking hiss, a giggle, from the Argonian whom then lowers her snout and distracts herself by rubbing the palm of her claw at the end of her long and clothed jaws. After a brief moment to calm herself she looks up again and inhales loudly, snuffling the air with interest. "I ssmell blood." Onasha remarks lightly as her eyes narrow to observe the flighty Breton.