Puzzled, the young woman in peasant garb watches the perspiring gnome trot off into the crowd. He had seemed to know her and where she belonged. But how could he?
So, is that it? Have I been chosen, then?
Glancing down at the crumpled bit of paper in her hand, she silently rereads the words that drew her here. Lost Knowledge, Hidden Treasures, Lost Empires, Forbidden Arcana. A gust of wind had blown the scrap to her feet just yesterday - her first day in Sharn - and now here she is. The promise of adventure all around her.
She starts to raise a hand to brush a wayward lock of dark hair from her face, but stops herself. She will not, for all the world, betray her feelings now with a nervous gesture. Lifting her chin and standing just a little straighter, she turns to look toward the column the gnome had indicated.
Three males stand there already: a young, attractive human; a hulking shifter; and a mysterious, masked elf.
Interesting.
Her blood very nearly sings with excitement as she heads toward them, but still she feels something quite unfamiliar - is that doubt? - tug at her mind. As she approaches, she resolves to say something, establish herself in this group. She opens her mouth but finds it dry and her voice missing. Besides, something in the masked face of the elf, the lack of visible eyes, catches her off guard and she instead quietly takes a place by the column.
{OOC} Aalin takes a few moments to calm herself...unless she cannot (i.e., if she is interrupted, spoken to, etc.). If she does have the time to settle herself a little, she then studies the two women on the dais. Perhaps she notes something magical in the way they communicate with the gnome? Knowledge (arcana) check? {/OOC}