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</div><br/><br/><i>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.</i><br/><br/>If he could bottle that voice, he could sell the vials for a high price. Her voice made him feel like he wanted to slide under a soft blanket with a warm woman and melt. Gods – if she sang as well as she spoke, and the platinum haired woman beside her was any good with the instrument she carried, it was going to be a pleasant journey.<br/><br/>He glanced down at the extended hand, then removed the glove from his own before meeting her halfway. “I hope I’m wrong too,” he said, giving her a single steady shake, as if they had just agreed on a contract.<br/><br/><i>“Oh yes” </i>The platinum blond<i> looked at </i>him<i>. “Pleasure to meet you Sir Will, I am Karin I will be your plants and medic expert…”</i><br/><br/>“Oh, I’m no ‘Sir’,” he protested.<br/><br/><i>The lovely plants and medic expert continued. “I am your doctor. I am well trained in both but I will not fight that is why I have you strong men to protect me. I know this is quite a dangerous quest and I am sure I will not get in your way as long as you permit me learn more about plants here and what they are used for”. Smiling she nodded and walked back to her stuff and the horse that was assigned to her as she waited for the group to be gathered.</i><br/><br/>He watched her return to the horses, talking to them and giving one a kiss on the nose. It appeared she had an affinity for all things huge and strong, which probably meant good things for the Red Giant standing by the gate. Will turned back to the linguist and crossed an arm around his waist, leaning his other elbow on it and bringing his curved fingertips to his lips. He regarded her for a moment before speaking. “I didn’t know there were any other languages out there,” he said. “What other ways of communication have you studied?”<br/><br/>He hoped their leader would be done with his talk soon, but he knew better than to interrupt someone in charge. After all, the Guild had picked the man for a reason. Hopefully it was a good one, and not because they wanted to get rid of him. Whatever the cause, Will had a job to do, and eventually the survival of everyone in this little team was going to depend on them working together.