Inyrra's eyes swept over the magic-user as she waited for the others to enter the building and her eyes lingered for a long moment on her breasts. The little voice in the back of her head that she tried so desperately to ignore had already launched into the hypothetical musings on how they must look and feel without the annoying coverings. She took a slow, deep breath and forced the voice to silence. That silence was not destined to last, for when the other two entered the little internal voice began to point out their finer points as well. Inyrra bit the inside of her cheek to distract herself and focus on her surroundings and what was being said.<br/><br/>The magic-user mentioned carnal interaction and Inyrra arched a delicate eyebrow. My these folk were forward. Maybe this would not be so bad after all. The tiefling almost laughed again at Aya's seemingly random train of thought and unflappable enthusiasm. Her happy outlook seemed laughably at odds with the mission that lie ahead of them but she supposed for a bard this was potentially the stuff of future legend. Another soft smile curved her lips as Aya's eyes met hers.  This could be a very interesting group indeed.<br/><br/>It seemed that the twists of their little adventure were only beginning. Inyrra watched as the redheaded barbarian, that she now knew to be named Gajol, ascended the dais and tore apart the pedestal. The sound of nails tearing free of wood and the following sound of stone grinding against stone make the rogue cringe, as much for the amount of noise as for the uncomfortable sounds. She hopped silently from her perch on top of the rickety pew and stepped toward the opening at Gajol's beckoning. She was sure to keep a few feet from the rest as they moved down the hall. the tight quarters were making her nervous. Normally she would not be nearly this concerned. Her aura was mild and most people she had travelled with just attributed it to their imaginations. She could not say that demon slayers would have the same reaction.<br/><br/>She listened to the exchange between Gajol and the voice on the other side of the door and when the door opened, Inyrra's heart sank even more. An even more confined space with even more demon slayer's. Wonderful, she thought to herself. As they entered, Inyrra immediately slipped to the corner farthest away from everyone. Outwardly she appeared as calm as ever, but inwardly her pulse was racing and had to appreciate the irony that her disguise was the thing that most protected her under normal circumstances and could very easily be what got her killed here. The irony was not lost on her and for some reason that random thought seemed to calm her somewhat.<br/><br/>She set to eyeing up the others that they had joined in the room. Her gaze fell on each as they were introduced. She noticed the tension in the one named Liam's posture and thought it odd until she remembered that they travelled with a majority of full-blooded elves. Perhaps she just felt a little nervous around them. Perhaps it was something else. She made a note to keep an eye on him just in case.  With a small bow She introduced herself.<span style="color: indigo"> "I am Inyrra Doma, rogue by trade."</span>She added, resting her hand lightly on the hilt of her dagger. With her introduction out of the way, she turned waiting to find out the names of her companions that she had not yet been introduced to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>