Aya glanced over to her companion, the big barbarian woman, so courageous and righteous. It gave her little bardic shivers... Gajol would make a wondrous hero for her story.<br/><br/>She glanced back out around all of the newcomers, a couple of them still silent. She cracked a little smile and extended two arms -- one pointing toward the cloaked figure, the other toward the armored wild elf. "Doing the quiet and brooding thing? C'mon... this isn't some kind of drug trade, you guys, it's a mission! A heroic quest for us all to go on! Feasts will be laid out in our honor, stories will be told of our exploits, songs sung, mostly by me! Women will be thrown at us! Or... um, yeah!<br/><br/>"...We'll be heroes!" The look of innocent fervor on the elf's face was almost comical. This was why she signed up... not out of desire for vengeance, or justice, or violence. She wanted to be like one of the characters in the stories she'd heard, or songs she'd sung.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>