The elven lass had a scowl from the moment she stepped into the tavern. It never left her face, and nobody gave her a second glance. Mostly thanks to a well-covering, thin cloak. It did much to hide her race and identity, but left her daintily figure distinct. But the protrusion of her sheath and a 'piss off' aura of sorts had kept most prying eyes from her.<br/><br/>Normally she was a lone agent, utterly disinterested in partnerships and sharing. But she wasn't an idiot. Some things just worked better in a team. Thus she begrudgingly waited, hoping their contact would get on with it and that her company to be was somewhere around.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell on an adventuress, vaguely around her age. No, younger. She frowned. While the girl seemed vaguely appropriate, she'd have liked a little older.<i>I suppose I look a little shady from this angle. </i>She stepped forwards, deliberately. in moments she pulled out a chair and settled directly across from her.<i>Whatever.</i><br/><br/>Who knew which of them came first. It didn't really matter. "Going hunting?" She raised an eyebrow, visible beneath her hood. That was enough to feel the waters, right?<br/><br/>Now that she thought of it, the girl could have been a bandit or anything, really. More was the reason to ask vaguely and see what came of it.