It seemed that the draenei had followed her advice, and therefore followed Erma as well. She slipped a look at the shaman, and would have smiled, were it something she did not have to put effort into doing. The draenei was quite beautiful One could have taken just a short breeze of a look at her and seen a woman who was never happy. As untrue as that was, it was not something she should find insulting. There were much worse assumptions made about anything that looked dead and held a sword, after all.<br/><br/>Though one would have most likely thought it impossible, Erma's face darkened slightly upon the entrance of the naga. It was not out of any particular sort of dislike, but she knew that there was going to be immediate friction. She did not mind his look; it seemed more interpretive than anything else, and so she was not disrespected by it in any way. She had done much the same thing to anyone and everyone she did not know who she was not attacking at the time. She shot a shadowy glance at Tygrane when the threat was made, however half-empty it may have been. If the elf was given any legitimate reason to attack the naga, Erma knew it would happen.<br/><br/>As Etheda made himself known to just about the entire tavern, Erma scrunched up her nose at him. She was never particularly enthusiastic about life in general, and to see someone so overly jovial did little but irritate her. Still, she would learn to bear with it, so long as he did not bother her intentionally. If he did, he'd have to deal with a soon-to-be-scarred, formerly perfect face. Etheda returned the glance, though his was less of irritation and more of flirtation, tipping his wide, blue-violet hat to her.<br/><br/>When Fillet made his entrance, Erma had to fight the urge to snort. Though she tried, she was never able to take goblins or gnomes seriously. It was not their size so much as it was that many that she'd met had the 'Little-Big-Man Syndrome,' and always tried to make themselves look so much bigger and more physically able than they really able. This one, after she studied him a bit, at least looked both capable and honestly self-confident, and so she decidedly considered him someone to respect, that he was to be her employer notwithstanding.<br/><br/>Etheda's reaction was less than serious, though it was not that he didn't take Fillet seriously. His main thought, other than getting money, was that he was certain there would be many awkward and fun situations for him to poke at and pick apart to arrange into a poem or song. In his experience, nothing ever ended just as it was planned by a gnome, though most of the time it had been something trivial and laughable instead of particularly dangerous.<br/><br/>Erma rose from her seat, bowing stiffly as she introduced herself to Fillet and the rest of the group, "<span style="color: Blue">I am Erma Ishild Wizsilberline, member of the Knights of The Ebon Blade. I do indeed hope that we are successful in our endeavors, and that we are able to refrain being at one another's throats.</span>" Though her armor looked a though it would pierce those within three feet from her, Erma was graceful enough and more than familiar with it, and was able to show exactly that as she sat down, doing so softy.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Etheda took off his hat and bent over, holding the hat to his heart as he said to Fillet directly, having already made his introduction to the others, "<span style="color: Plum">Sir Kneecapper, Etheda Helviate, bard, at your service.</span>" He then went back to his original position, relaxing alongside the naga.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>