Shavara was surprised by the psychic summoning. Her first mission had been aborted a few minutes, for non-payment she was told. Since then she had not been summoned to a hunt. She quickly donned her armor and gathered her equipment. "Draventhan," she mused. Thinking it was up north, she added a cold weather cloak to her normal costume. She gave the room a last look before locking the door and heading to the portal room.
There she found a few people she'd seen around but never had the chance to really talk to. The man with the mask seemed odd. There was an energy about him that was odd. The other two half-elves, one in half plate, the other unarmored, both seemed attractive. But she wondered what they were like personally. The goliath was big and hulking common to his race but he carried himself with a friendly atmosphere.
She took a deep breath and said in her melodious soprano, with a little wave, "Hi, guys. I'm Shavara. Anyone know what we might be doing?"