The armored woman continued to scan their surroundings for enemies, though she took a short break, just long enough to examine each of their companions as she noticed them. Two had appeared before her, a unique human woman and a strong looking orc. They both seemed like the useful types with lots of skills that would benefit them in the future, assuming this meeting didn't stay peaceful. And, if her past experience with the undead was any guide, then she very much doubted that it would.<br/><br/>She also studied each of the new faces as they appeared. The small girl looked a little under-protected, but then again with a specialty in ranged weapons she shouldn't be getting in close to the enemy anyway. She could smell gunpowder on her, and those weapons looked dangerous... the armored woman didn't particularly like gunpowder. It generally lead to explosions. Explosions lead to excessive and unnecessary injuries. She could only hope that this girl could keep her weapons under control if the worst came to pass.<br/><br/>Then. There was the lich. Or at least she assumed she was a lich. The aura of undeath was practically running off of her in rivulets, and for just a moment she wondered what sort of madness Fiona had about her when she requested the aid of one such as this. Her initial instinct was to smite or turn the foul creature, but she kept herself at bay. She had, though very rarely, encountered a lich who was willing to aid in the fight against other undead creatures. As long as this one stayed loyal, then she would have nothing to fear from the Cleric.<br/><br/>Throughout all of this inner monologuing, her face stayed completely calm and passive. It was part of the politeness that she exuded by nature, she was master of her own emotions, and she wasn't going to go insulting potential allies with accidental grimaces. She offered both of the newcomers a smile and a polite nod of her head, despite her inner turmoil and worries about both of them. Fiona's explanation was about what she had expected, dealing with Undead was exactly what she had come to do. She would attend this meeting, and if the time came to dispense justice, then she would do so.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"That is a sound idea. Having a firm grasp of one's allies can be beneficial in the heat of battle."</span>She comments, following Sara's suggestion.<span style="color: blue">"I am called Liane Embers, though Liane will suffice for our purposes."</span>she explains, her armor scraping slightly as she politely bows her head to the entire party.<span style="color: blue">"I am a Cleric, and a Servant of mighty Pelor. I am skilled at smiting, and repelling undead, as well as healing injuries. I will do my best to aid you all."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>