"<span style="color: purple">It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Inyrra.</span>" she eyed the Tief-ling, not sure what to make of the band of warriors in her town, "<span style="color: purple">I have to admit, we don't get warriors such as yourselves often to this town, though now, I am eternally grateful.</span>" She was addressing the both of them but her eyes kept shift to the Tief-ling, trying to keep her eyes lowered in reverence. "<span style="color: purple">What brought you all here? It seems to me that your arrival was well timed with the massacre that the fiends brought down upon us.</span>".<br/><br/>She wasn't suspicious of the Tief-ling, like she was of the hidden fiends in her town. She's heard of their kind. She wasn't entirely comfortable with the fact that they were born of demon kind but she understood that they were not inherently evil, and this one certainly did prove their kindness for her townsfolk. At the end of the day, they had helped instead of harmed. And so she felt that, if she could do anything for them, she would. But she couldn't shake the feeling that this group<i>expected</i>the fiends they ran into. And that worried her to no end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>