Aliyah was currently garbed in black leather with silver trim, marking her as a well to do Mercenary, boots that came up to her knees and a silver colored cloak that fell around her shoulders. She never wore gloves as she didn't like the feel of something on her hands. She looked to Orin and nodded. "Of course. I am Aliyah, we were merely curious about the other people down the bar. I was happy to leave well enough alone until your, err, friend, took an interest in us." She was cordial, her voice soft like crushed velvet. Her posture however screamed that she was indeed a fighter and a considerable one at that.<br/><br/>"Mages, what have you heard of them?" She asked him, uncrossing her arms and taking a seat and sliding her food down the bar to her after a slight reach. She hadn't been more than two seats down to start with. She took another swig of her ale after retrieving it and leaned back a little, using her feet for balance. She had come to choose a feline for her other shape and as so, her balance was fairly good, although, unlike the cat, in human form she did not always land on her feet. She looked to the Akir and sighed a little, content. "I might be willing to help you in your cause, since this will affect me as well."