Alistiar's eyes searched the man who spoke up first, red hair and green eyes, that was a rare combination. He also nearly stopped in his tracks upon glancing back, nearly, that took a good deal of nerve to do. Most either stumbled over their own feet or ran away soon as they remembered having legs.  S/he didn't waste any time to press forward though, catching stride with the group and matching their pace,<b>"Your the leader I take it? And call me what ever you will, I don't care. Only thing I'm concerned with is what you need doing, how long it'll take, and how much you'll pay me to do it."</b><br/><br/>In the mind of the Death Knight that was all that mattered, once s/he had that knowledge a contract could be agreed upon and a oath sworn. Then no matter what happened the Death Knight code would be appeased in case the mission and her code came to a conflict of interest. If said contract wasn't made, then there would be no telling what misery could happen in the future. That little thought in mind Alistair glanced towards the rest of the party knowingly, then turned back to Aaron. A Alchemist that tripped over roots in panic, not very impressive after that display. A woman dressed in black leather with a odd polearm weapon, dainty but most likely light on her feet. A larger man with rusty hair, Alistair spotted a quiver on his back, and two hand and half swords at his waist, the man as a whole was wrapped in fur and looked the most competent out of the group, the only real threat as well. A Death Knight respected that.