Dawn Raven
First Post
The derision in Vashik's voice draws a grim look from Les. She sits forward at the table, her eyes wandering between speakers. Her elbows are bent at a slight degree and her hands clasped together; the fingers steepled to form a small roof between her palms. The clashing views piqued her interest and a whole image of each at the table began to coalesce in Les's mind. Of course, these brief perceptions into each was but a casual delve into the reality of what each adventurer was. The proposal for stories by Raiyek almost pulls Les's story-telling propensity out but she holds her voice for the moment. She is far more interested in any information those at the table are willing to divulge. Perhaps they will prove useful allies in the future, maybe even friends, but at the moment they are very possibly competitors for scant clients.