At the mention of the reward, the slender thief nodded silently at the goblin. She had already been aware of the sum from the Baron’s recruiters from earlier that day, and it was the main reason for her being here anyway. As the goblin explained the dangers, Chandra’s expression and posture remained calm and confident.<br/><br/>With her crossed arms resting on the topside of her belt and touching her bare, golden-brown skin under the slightly translucent shadowy-green shirt, Chandra lightly tapped the row of small leather pouches and tiny pockets of cube-shaped potions around her waist. While most of them contained different kinds of poisons—paralytic, sedative, numbing, draining, deadly—a few of them held powerful liquids and powders for taking care of nasty wounds and infections that she might catch. Chandra had dealt with venomous critters a lot in her past—always watching her step as she wandered the deserts of Tanaris—but parasites were something new to her. Yet the thought of a tiny, squirmy creature wasn’t that alarming to her at all—after all, could they really be that different from the elusive, rapidly striking vipers and insects of her native environment?<br/><br/>In the end, Chandra was more worried about the strength of the naga warriors. She’d have to rely on the support of her new bunch of friends to stand a chance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>