Avri was piqued immediately. Well, that as a lucky catch.  There was only one case of that which really mattered in these parts, at least for money or glory. She shrugged. "A payday's nice," she stated mildly. 'Glory' was the last thing to worry about. It was about as good for her as doing it for the decency. Well, maybe that was a little higher. But mostly money.<br/><br/>The mage stood out, and their exchange paused for the new arrival. She found the table rather quickly, and introduced herself even quicker. All awfully convenient, she mused with a raised eyebrow. It wasn't the most professional band in the world, but you worked with what you have. It wasn't like Avri was best dressed beneath her cloak. A thick skin and the right lotion made wearing much unnecessary, and she wasn't about to go in full armor. "I'd rather not encourage idiots," she muttered bluntly with a scathing glare to the table in question. "Too much drink and too bored to be useful."<br/><br/>She glanced back at the companion across from her.  Her eyes hit the magic user briefly before settling. "Why not. Maybe it would be nice to know who we are though. I'm Avri."<br/><br/>Her eyes turned again to the caster of sorts, wondering what sort of spellwork required so little.<i>I'm not throwing stones, just... </i>it couldn't be just her who found it quite recognizable. Avri wasn't the greatest at playing defense...