Celris' eyes narrowed. She was suspicious, as always, and more than reluctant to follow what appeared to be an Alune, offering her compensation. Maybe he was slow and didn't see her eyes and claws. Maybe it was a trap.<br/>Her demeanor changed completely, however, as he left the bar and she felt the ominous<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>leave with him. She sensed a 'top predator' vibe from this man. Not quite malevolent, but definitely something to worry about.<br/>She grinned, startling a server who had finally brought her a drink. The server retreated as Celris stood, teeth almost bared in eagerness. This man had offered compensation, which was good. Money was welcome.<br/>Why should she<span style="font-style: italic">worry</span>about a possible threat? A fight was always welcome, anything to make her heart pound, her adrenaline rush. Besides,  she smelled adventure in the air. Celris was loath to miss out on anything of the like.<br/>She followed him, posture wary, eyes sparked with interest. She noted the somewhat secluded spot and threw her hood back, revealing the distinct traits of a Feral as well as an...interesting color pattern. Composing of stripes, spots, and blobs of colors ranging from black to brown, white to gray, her family had been...odd even in the Feral village. She wore her pelt proudly, though, and was hoping to rile the Alune, or reveal his mistake. "You would require my service, sir? I'll let you know now, I am not one for trickery."