Raven's cerulean eyes looked to the leonine who had stood near her and repeated her inquiry. Her first thought was a memory of the ceremonies of his people and the last one she'd performed. A cub, no more than three moons old, the mother hadn't been able to provide milk and it had died of starvation. Such was the nature of life in the Arks though the woman had been impossible to console.<br/><br/>She felt more people arrive and glanced at them as well, a female human, a female elf, and a male elf. She'd had a few issues with elves in the past due to her nature as a half breed. The long lived race seemed to expect her to be less mature than her age when, in all actuality, she'd basically been nearly an adult since she'd been taken in by the clerics of Death. Still, perhaps these elves would be different. At the very least the woman was rather pleasing to the eye.<br/><br/>With the entire group in front of him the bullywug brought them along through the Arcaneum. She ignored the experiments and the scattered disorder of the living and followed the only sound coming from her the clinking of her armor and click of her boots. The frog like man brought them to a room and introduced them to an automaton named Weatherby. She stared at it eyes darkening with disdain, the consensus of those who served Lady Death was that automata were not undead since they had not been living previously but, at the same time, the machines were disturbing. She sat in one of the armchairs and did not make any requests instead focusing back on the group of people who had come with her. The human girl had the thin frame of many Raven had seen starving in the streets, the elven female had a look of the scholar about her, the male had a certain charming look about him was he a bard? The leonin was easier she had pegged him as a fighter of some sort immediately upon seeing him and that had not changed so far. As she sat in the room and looked about she considered just why their patron had found such a diverse set of skills?<br/><br/>She decided to take whatever was said to them with a grain of salt, people with the power to gather a group like this would not necessarily be honest. She'd run into that at least one time previously when called upon to examine a murdered body. She looked to the automaton and then the others speaking softly,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)"><b>"Greetings Nestor, I am called Raven an acolyte of Lady Death. I have served many places over my tutelage but, I have found, that few people enjoy hearing my tales." </b></span>