She leaned her chair back on two legs, then rocked forward smoothly, landing the chair back on all four legs. As the chair touched the ground she smoothly extended her hand forward, trying to be as civil as possible. Her mother always told her that the Dunmer were a bunch of ruthless dicks, and that everyone thought the Altmer were much more superior. Of course, her mother was also a snobby bitch, and Raive rarely spoke to her anymore...She hadn't seen her in almost a decade and the thought never bothered her in the least bit.<br/><br/>Raive noticed that quirk about herself long before other people, that when she walked through town it wasn't abnormal to see the shop people snarl, the townspeople frown, or in some occasions a wolf whistle or yell... As arrogance was what she considered an endearing quality of hers, her arrogance did not begin nor end with her race. Most of the time she actually avoided other Altmers because they did hold their race up on such a high pedestal. She felt she earned her arrogance, and as a rising member of the Thieves Guild, she knew it wouldn't be long before every other member agreed. Mercer Frey practically drooled and fawned over her on a daily basis, and when this assignment came into existence it was to no one's surprise that the cocky Altmer was first in line for it.<br/><br/>She figured the handshake was obviously too much and slowly retracted the offer, using that hand to brush her hair from her face, as it was unusually left down today. She smiled at the Dunmer.<br/><br/>"Riften is my home, and I am who you're here to meet. You have a name to go along with your lack of handshaking?"