Aya skipped casually into the church, following Gajol. Not being the leader of this ragtag little outfit, and having already introduced herself, the moon elf had very little to say besides idle commentary.<br/><br/>Which, of course, she loved.<br/><br/>Inyrra's introduction roused a small little "mraw" of approval. "Always good to have a, uh... procurer, eh? Although just watch out for Gajol... she has Aura of Noise and Smite Silence. But I'm sure you knew that, huh?" She smiled at the half-elf, eyeing the odd creature up and down. There was a feeling of... wrongness, about the leather-clad girl. Even without her heightened elven senses, her druidic training told her that something -- though she couldn't tell what -- was amiss with the natural order. Fortunately, the half-elf's sizable breasts proved a perfect distraction to any deeper thought.<br/><br/>The mysterious cleric she had less to say about. Not having spoken yet, and purposefully not giving his name made Ayariel a bit suspicious, though she could understand somewhat. Judging from his build and coloration, the cleric was a grugach, a wild elf. You could never tell what those recluses were thinking. However, she was still friendly enough to extend a call of "Corellon!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>