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</div></span>Draya was a bit antsy. She didn’t do well with strangers and to be honest she hadn’t really been outside of the palace since her youth. To say she was a tad overwhelmed was an understatement but she managed to hide it well enough she liked to think. Food was a great detractor she found and Draya was eager to dig into her platter when presented in front of her.<br/>
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<i>The first?</i> Draya rose a brow at that mentioning. With these numbers there’d be more money to split between them but she wasn’t sure how well it would aid them in the case of danger. That said, the fiery redhead looked like she fought dirty or at least could charm and distract one with her beauty. It was too soon to say whether she liked the two people across from her enough to actually protect them or put herself on the line for them, but as a team they did have to trust each other to some degree. Her visions were strange, sometimes coming at the most awkward times such as now when in the presence of others and apparently having a conversation. Her eyes stayed unmoving, and she was left giving an uncomfortable stare. If one paid attention they would notice it, especially depending on the duration of the vision. Fortunately she knew very little about these people to be invested in every one of their movements and it was too quick for her to piece together a proper face or name. It all seemed like a blur of hands touching the post, a quick glance through their eyes as they read through the very unimposing and non attractive paper poorly tacked to the wall.<br/>
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Still for now she saw Will. Which was good as technically she felt now contracted with this duo their journey.<br/>
“There will be more. I’m sure,” she said, muttering the last part though there was definitely certainty in her words. As soon as she spoke there was a gentleman who had sat at the table. Of course Draya was just waiting for Will to show up, whenever that was. She grimaced at the constant shifting in his decision to which she couldn’t even see if he walked through the door or not. She bit a nice chunk out of the sharp white cheddar and had given up. Forcing the vision wouldn’t make things any better. She knew he could be a bit – <i>distracted</i> at times and sooner than later he would slip up and she would have an answer. She wasn’t leaving though, Draya doubted that Will wouldn’t join their crew. He just needed to work up the courage first. That brought a smirk to her face.<br/>
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Draya handed over a piece of the cheese with no problem, pleasantly finding herself growing full with each nibble  of the spread before her. She washed it down with the bitter liquid, smacking her lips and wondering should she indulge in more. There was too much happening though. And she couldn’t continue the excuse of her mouth being full as to why she wasn't participating in the now growing group – <i>when did that woman get here?</i> Draya’s eyes narrowed in the direction of the woman who’d taken the seat of the feline that had wandered off. The cat seemed like a staple of the joint. Though cats seemed to treat everything like their property.<br/>
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Her attention was further distracted  by the loud, in all sense, female that had strutted down a sparkly runway – no. No Draya was taken by the presence of the man she had sought out in the first place. Where had he gone with his tail tucked between his legs?<br/>
“I did smell a <i><b>mutt</b></i>,” Draya said in agreeable. She couldn’t help but scoff. He’d probably spotted her and was thinking of running away. Well too bad – because whether or not he was joining her. This seemed their best bet and no matter where he went, he wasn’t going to escape her scolding. He should know that by now. She squirmed in her seat with every intention to confront Will, but she figured the haafling’s sweet words and little tricks would do the job in bringing him to her. Besides, the conversation was starting to get interesting. Despite first on arrival, Draya would allow the others to divulge their reasonings for joining. It’d give her enough time to think of something convincing or general enough that her true intentions remained secret. No one ever knew who could be scoundrel enough to be a secret ear for Aeldredus.</div></span>