Freah
Freah looked up at the monk that was coming up she was just leaning against the wall so she didn't expect him to acknowledge her but he did.
"Might I suggest listening from inside the room?"
"So are you inviting me in, if you are I'll gladly take you up on that offer. It'd be much easier" she said. Following the monk felt odd to Freah she had seen them in passing before but never this close. As she entered the room she finally got a good look at the mage that had gone in before the simple minded ranger. He looked like one would expect a mage to look.
The Cleric looked young but not necessarily as young as the other men where thinking her to be. Maybe it was because Freah was a woman as well and she could see the subtleties that showed the young woman's true age. "I am Freah Lioncourt I heard tell of a Cleric in need of a party to help subdue a foe. I would like to offer my services, I am very good at what I do and I have found everyone I have ever set out to find", she said with a slight bow.
Freah always tried her best to be courteous to potential clients, not that she was rude to anyone in general. This was the way she always put herself out there to a client, she always kept her mouth shut unless something to do with catching whomever they were searching for. But then again Freah had always had clients that rich men who didn't like the thought of getting they're hands dirty. They definitely didn't like the fact that they had to rely on a woman to find the person they're looking for either.
As she got a closer look at the other ranger she cold tell where he hailed from, what deity he followed and that he had been foolish in his youth. It seemed to Freah that it hadn't changed much. She had never seen him before which meant that they had never tried for the same job before now. Now the cleric was young and Freah figured it was her first "real" assignment from the church, the young woman couldn't been much older then eighteen. Everen was alight with that young naivety that new clerics all possessed that is up til they got out into the real world. There plenty of corrupt clerics out there, the pristine robes tainted by the atrocities that the world had brought upon themselves. Freah had been raised with religion in her home but her parents never followed what they tried to teach they're children. In fact her parents were one of the worse examples for anything religious, so Freah had grown to make her own thoughts on religion. Yes she believed that there was something greater than herself that had seen fit to put her on this world, but other than that well she wasn't really sure. She always felt that having a means to survive were a little more important.