A soft laugh escaped from Anora's, though it was only soft enough for only a couple people or creatures to hear.  This followed the short moment of silence that fell upon the room following that Larteis persons awkward introduction of both himself and his pet.  Her eyes darted up just enough to get a look at him out of the corner of her vision, and in her head she felt something was wrong with him.  Was he with those who attacked the shop keeper?  She thought this was unlikely, judging by his apparent lack of experience and his sheltered look he was like so many of those who sign on to guard the caravan, one who has a personal demon. Those people, much like Anora, prefer to keep moving to keep their demons at bay.  But her eyes did not sit around him for long, instead they darted towards the young looking Elf girl who had made up a quick, yet decent plan on the spot.  She did not give her the same treatment as she gave the fellow Larteis, instead her eyes locked right on her face as a small grin fell upon her.<br/><br/>“How dose one who can make a decent plan, one the likes of me is willing to follow, not question the arrival of an” she paused as she added a tone of surprise “armed stranger?”<br/><br/>Her eyes motioned for the group to look down at her bow, a broad-head arrow clearly visible notched on the tension filled string, while not quite enough drag on it yet to shoot an arrow it was more than enough to speed up the draw.  Quickly she pushed her hand forward, releasing the tension on the string and with a quick motion removed the arrow and slid it back into the open quiver on her hip.  Her eyes now darted towards the merchant who brought this merry band together and with the thought she was now the center of attention, she decided to reveal her name.<br/><br/>“I am Anora”  She paused for a second, considering to use her family name or not.  Her mind decided that it might ease the tension and that nobody would know her family nor her status as the sole heir to a noble lineage. “Divinio.”  She paused her speaking as she quickly removed her hood from the top of her head, before speaking in a precise tone “My occupation is that of a caravan guard, and it is through this occupation I have learned that” She paused as a serious tone took hold “guarding folks like you is almost never worth my time”  She paused again, thinking of all the risks this was bringing to her.  But she quickly continued, adding that same precise tone from earlier “But the caravans are no longer hiring, all of the masters have heard the stories and without them I have no work.”  She paused as a slight smile crept across her face “I was trained since I was young at archery and tracking, if helping you helps me in the future then count me in.”  She paused as she crept over to a nearby wall and leaned against it.  She knew there was more to helping these people out,  she still had a decent amount of money and would be able to weather the storm without work.   And as a faint, concerned look on her face she pushed aside all objections to this quest and waited.  Anora knew that the game that was about to be played could take some time, the thoughts in their heads must be filled with questions of “can we trust her” and things of the like.  She knew all too well that they were already safer with her apart of their group, but what she did not know was if they knew that.  Only time would tell.