<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 72, 65)">Sabina darted a glance as the dark-haired woman and the leader rounded the structure. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she readied herself for a fight should the need arise. Although the duo obviously knew each other, the way the man had manhandled the woman had the linguist's senses on high alert. She forced herself to focus on the young man--Will Riot--who called out to her and the blonde healer who was talking to the giant.<br/>
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<b>“Hey,” he called out as the women came into range. “Are you ladies sure you’re in the right place?” His eyes went from the platinum bookworm to the woman with the braid. He saw that they had noticed the interesting little exchange, and explained. “Oh, if you’re looking for our leade, he went back there to ‘talk’,” he gestured towards the building corner. “He’ll probably be busy for like…three minutes, tops.” He smirked at his own joke. “I’m Will Riot, your friendly expedition scout. You guys do know that this might be a one-way trip, right?”</b><br/>
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Hiding the grimace at his crude suggestion, the young woman met Riot's gaze. "I am Sabina Clarke, linguist and negotiator," she replied, her voice clear and husky, like warm brandy on a cold night. Donning her best manners as she would a new cloak, Sabina reached out a gloved hand to shake the man's hand. The gesture was purposeful. If he held her hand from beneath, he was attempting dominance. If he shook it straight across, he treated her as an equal. How she interacted with him on this journey would partially be determined by this greeting. "I sincerely hope you are wrong, Mr. Riot, because I fully intend to be successful and share what I learn with the world."</span>