Snippet #2002059

The reply in such a manner that was only fitting to one as cabalistic as he. While slender eyebrow itched to arch in question, porcelain façade remained unmoving. Nevae’s face was always the careful courtier’s mask, un-hinting at any such thoughts that might have brewed beneath and instead maintaining an ever-present pleasant demeanor. The creature, as she was unsure what race he was in particular, turned attentions to her in murmured greeting. While no words replied from bowed lips, a small curtsey was given for show. Head bent in small acknowledgement for the compliment, silence given to his followed words.

Interest piqued as conversation turned to duty. Without waiting for task the word ‘gypsy’ inspired thoughts of coin, full knowledge known of their hording. Corner of rouge lips tugged, threating a wider smile, at the possibilities. It appeared that the lythari was giving her opportunity to kill three birds with one stone: paid task, reward for said task and spreading the fear word of Auril, which was reward in it’s own. How gracious. And if wine was shared perhaps a bed might be as well, a welcomed idea to pass the time.

Pale vision followed gesture, eyes leading to the paladin. Employer named said woman lead and Nevae quietly nodded her understanding. Vision brightened with minor amusement as she watched the warrior woman stiffen at mention of less than favourable memories; a result no doubt intended from the shaded man. The warning of heeding was not lost on the priestess, and she would obey. Thoughts of abeyance of pay were less than acceptable in the heart of one who desire so much more. It was in quiet contemplation that she wondered why the crow-like fiend held so much interest in the statuesque woman, though the curiosity was uncharacteristic and short lived.

And then he was gone.

Person turned, attention given to the new person in charge. All business, no pleasure… Nevae mused, listening as Caleb addressed them. Breakfast concluded the slender Illuskin again thanked Veilyn for the morning snack before retreating to her empty tent. Her trinkets of high importance were stashed about her person, most of which were worn. Weapons were strapped in place, a mace at her side and dagger in her new boot. Shield, pretty and new, was hoisted to back. With tent and bedroll tied together the young priestess returned to place them in the bag of holding.

”Ready on your word.” The statement gave notice that she was set to leave at moment’s notice as well as an agreement to follow the woman as stand-in leader for their shadowy employer. Thoughts drifted to the gypsies and the voyage ahead, bring yet another smile to pretty face. Such wondering was cut short as attention drew to the wood elf who spoke, condescending attitude to materialistic possessions. Whether intended or not it was directed at Nevae, she who held all things of monetary value dear. Words, less than kind, were bit back. Auril's wrath would meet the elf at a time when her job wasn't on the line.