Sara nosed through her pile of clothes, a small yawn escaping her mouth. Blinking her eyes, she sat up and stretched out. It was early. She could tell cause the sunlight was just barely starting to stream into the small high window she had in her room. A quick judge let her know she was not quite late for the first meeting, but she did not get her tailed butt into gear, she would be. Not that being late was a crime, but it did leave a bad impression on her new teammates.<br/><br/>Hopping up, she moved quickly around the small room. It was not very big or furnished other than a small stove she used for cooking and boxes she used for food storage. Rooting through the pile of clothes she had been sleeping on, she found a pair of clean black shorts that did not look to wrinkled. Slipping them on, she was grateful that she did not have to worry about finding a shirt to go with the shorts. Being a lulf had its advantages, namely the fact that you could not usually tell one gender from the other unless they talked or you had a pretty good sense of smell.<br/><br/>Grabbing a small apple, she rushed out the door and through the streets. She let her long legs carry her through the dusty streets and around the other early risers as they begun their day. Many gave her some dirty looks but she ignored them. She would giver herself a dirty look too if she nearly plowed into her on her way to Dockside. She also could not forget the fact that many people still distrust the lulves even though they had proven multiple times that it was only the sicken that stroke out and killed them. The war did not help and this...This aftermath made things even worse. Anything she could do to help them, she would. Even if the distrust stayed and fester. That was mostly their problem, not hers.<br/><br/>The Universus was her chance to help out the people of Danlagh. Rather they liked it or not. Working for the enemy, the Tiberians, might not earn any points in her favor. Boo hoo was all she could say to that as she swallowed the last chunk of apple. Waste not want not. Especially when food was a bit hard to come by. Which was another reason for joining the Universus. Food was not cheap and this would help bring in some income that she did not have to worry about it being dirty or clean.<br/><br/>The smell of water hit her nose and she slowed down as she approached Dockside. Stopping, she took a good healthy sniff, looking for the mill that Craw had told her about. Or even just Craw's scent. Either one would point her in the right place. Just catching it as a light, but cool breeze blew past, she took off walking, and thought about what it would be like to meet the people she would be working alongside. Sara hoped that none of them tried to accidentally on purpose injure her. She would hate to give up the job.<br/><br/>The closer she moved towards the mill the more interesting smells she picked up. There was the smell of cat and she made a face at that one. Maybe she would get lucky and not get scratched this time, but she did not hold high hopes for that. Mixed with that was the smell of bread. Fresh bread and she had to control the urge to let her tongue hang out and drool a little. Fresh bread was a treat she did not get much of anymore and she wondered who had some.<br/><br/>An answer was given as the mill and the group finally came into view. There was a halfing who smelled faintly of smoke astride a cat which explained that smell. A red head. Someone in armor that was taller than her. Someone that reminded her of the woods in both appearance and smell as she caught the faintly wooded scent that almost blended in with the smoky smell. Someone in white clothes and...Yep. That was the one that had the fresh smelling bread. Coming up to them, she gave the cat a wide area and took a deep breath of the air and promptly started to cough as the faint smell of citrus and ginger suddenly became a hell of a lot stronger.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"I did not know we were suppose to be wearing that Tiberia stuff!"</span>Her words were said in between a fit of coughing as she looked at Eirik.<span style="color: #8080ff">"Thank you though for not dousing yourself in their smell. While not an awful smell, they were entirely too much for my tastes. Are we all here to see Craw or do I have the wrong building?"</span>