Alysta stood up and followed Aliyah over to the two men. Instinctively, Jethro bounded over to her with a menacing gaze. He never trusted anyone Alysta was near, especially not males.<br/><br/>Alysta stood close to the other woman. She was still in her mercenary leather outfit, but her purple cloth cloak covered most of it. She stood there, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. Her gaze fell on Orin then to Sanchron. "Im Alysta, pleased to meet you." Although her words were polite, her voice was cold as ice. All this talk of mages taking over was ridiculous. True, she could use magic as well but she preferred not to unless it was a last resort.<br/><br/>Jethro pawed the ground, baring his teeth a little. He stopped when Alysta reached out and patted his head. As far as the wolf was concerned, Alysta was his pack, even if she was a diamay.<br/><br/>"Jeth, relax for now." she said softly. "If you want, we can still hunt later."