Narasa Aveen
Satisfied with her companions' answers, Narasa turned back to their client. “It sounds like we have a deal.”
For the first time, Dereod showed a modicum of pleasure. “Good. I'll be waiting in Solitude for the spear.” And without so much as a farewell, he fled from the inn.
Straight to business, Narasa turned to their newest member. “Alright, so I only have two questions that I pose to potential members. How many people have you killed and why. There's no right or wrong answer, but if I'm going to trust my back to a man, I like to know his track record, or at least an estimation of it. And you might want to tell the truth, I'm very good at being able to tell when someone is being dishonest with me.” She gave him serious look to emphasize this. “As for your test of skill...there is a cave on the way to Valarik the locals call Shimmermist Cave. Its infested with falmer and we've been meaning to clear it out for months. You're going to help us, and if we're satisfied with your skill, then you can continue on with us.” She glanced at both of her friends. “Are these terms acceptable to you?” She posed the question more-so to Kota since Ograza had already seemed to accept the newcomer.
She got to her feet. “Well, if everything is settled, I believe I'll turn in early. We have a long few days ahead of us, and I'd like to leave in the morning no later than seven-thirty. I'll be in my room upstairs if anyone needs me.”
She walked away from the table and trekked to her room upstairs. She settled onto her bed, dug through her bag, and pulled out a book on the Daedra Sheogorath. It was mostly nonsense and she only kept it for its entertainment value, but in light of their new job, Narasa decided to take another crack at it. So she opened the book and was able to read contentedly knowing that whatever the newcomer did that night would be reported to her by every resident of Whiterun.