Leera stopped talking to the Swashy cat and snapped her head up to stare at the man approaching them. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him and then she turned her face from his and sighed. She didn't like talking to too many people and Embre watched the man now, ears flicking too and fro. He wasn't about to let this strange man get too close to his master. When he handed Gra'Zir back his purse Leera took a good look at Matrim and quirked an eyebrow. He was either a good samaritan or he had other reasons, either way, it was none of her business.<br/><br/>Leera was forever skeptical of people, it was just part of who she was and when the man asked her name after calling her cute and Embre beautiful she smiled slightly. Flattery, a weakness of hers. “Well then, I might just be obliged to give you my name, Sir Matrim.” She dipped her head ever so slightly and Embre looked to Leera, made a grumbly noise and then lied down, watching the man accusingly. Embre was not as vain as his mistress was. “I am Leera Duskfall and this is Embre.” She stroked the animal along his spine, having to stoop a little, but she managed it.<br/><br/>She looked back to her feline companion, Gra'Zir and then sighed a little. “Well, before we accept you along, sir, why is it you've come?” She wanted to be sure his goals matched hers and that he would not be a hindrance to them before she invited the man along. Leera knew what she was here for, she almost knew what Gra'Zir was here for and she had no clue what Matrim was here for. She lookd to Gra'Zir and blinked. “Come to think of it, sir Cat, I do not  know why you are here either. Your tongue has told me everything but that.” She fixed her gaze on the cat and then back to Matrim. “This one has a silver tongue, do keep your guard up.” She only half joked and then crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the men, waiting.