Crelza sauntered down to the marked house, fully geared in leather armor and with all her weapons easily available. Despite her ever so innocent and cute appearance - or perhaps because of it - the array of weapons and devices on her person made her look eerily imposing, as if she could go from cuddle mode to carnage mode in a heartbeat - which, after all, was true. Spotting Matrim, she heads over to him with a huge, beaming smile that said that everything was alright in the world and there was no danger of imminent death, dismemberment, horrible disfiguration or debilitating injury - which was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>true.<br/><br/>"Hi! You're early." Looking to the house, she cocks her head to the side and lets out a hum. "Should we go knock? Should I try to break the lock? Or should we just bust it down? Give me a bit of rope and a log, and I can make a ram in no time." Taking a deep breath, she adds a footnote with her trademark rapid-speak. "I-can-make-a-insert-engine-here-is-a-motto-of-the-great-gnomish-engineering-union-and-does-not-provide-an-accurate-estimate-for-the-time-it-would-take-to-complete-a-given-assignment-in-any-way-shape-or-form." Looking at Martim as though she had said nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever, she suddenly spins around to look for the others. "D'you think they'll all show up?"