<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">A mirthful smirk grew across the northern's lips as she watched Varn fall. It took all of her strength and will not to burst out laughing at the male's mistake. She averted her attention back to her sword, continuing to sharpen the blade's edge once Varn departed. She was somewhat disappointed with his rather peaceful exit, she was itching for a fight with him. One good fight to put the 'alpha' in his place was worth the cut in pay in Brynn's eyes.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">She looked up as the half-elf took a seat next to her, causing her to tense subtly. She nodded her head a few times to indicate that she was attentively listening but she remained mute. However, unlike the last time, she did shake the elf's hand. She glanced at the others that surrounded the fire while waiting for Varn to get out of earshot before she finally spoke. "What's his problem?" She asked the question she had meant to ask Kerrek or Finny prior to the group's departure but didn't have the time to do so.</div>