Aeshallyn could not help but notice as Inyrra's gaze was lingering on her for quite a bit of time, and more pointedly where exactly it was lingering. The awareness of this unexpected interest caused a little pleasant pang inside her, that was a cute looking half elf after all. Only a half-elf, but her long and adventurous life had eroded most of her prejudice against the lower races, at least against single individuals who had proven their worth or looked capable of doing so. And unfortunately a girl. She considered herself straight, but what could be an insurmountable barrier for normal mortals was a mere inconvenience for a mage.<br/><br/>So she looked back at the leather clad form with a benign, welcoming smile and a wink of her eye. She felt genuinely charmed by that creatures interest in her assets, which had raised her sympathy towards her by a significant amount, and she tried to confer all of this in that one small gesture.<br/><br/>It was about then that Gajol sprang into action, and she watched unmoving but with interest as the impressively built barbarian woman started to operate the strange contrapture which finally led to that previously concealed pathway, and which they entered on his ushering. This gave her a bit of time to think about what Ayariel had let slip, and what Gajol grudgingly had admitted. There had already been much - maybe too much - talk about demon slaying, but not much more than that. So far it sounded very indiscriminate, almost as if they were supposed to go down into the lower planes, at random slay demons they came across for as long as they could, and then port out again. If that really was the plan - which she sincerely hoped it was not - if would be a rather useless undertaking. But don't be too quick with your judgement she told herself, and wait and listen first.<br/><br/>As they followed that hallway she tried to walk close to Inyrra, or as close as thehalf-elf would permit, trying to get a better look at that person that seemed interested in her beyond having her as an adventuring companion. As she does so she - like others before her - notices that something is amaiss, and even more tantalizing that something is familiar to her, although she can not point it down precisely. Well, whatever aura it is, it is not overly strong, and her instincts tell her it does not matter, so she just shoots Inyrra another smile as they finally enter the main room, with all the black clad and black armored people. She quietly listened to all the introductions, and when it was her turn she added in a friendly, measured voice<br/><br/>"I am Aeshallyn Cerwidian Silynthrial, travelling scholar." She was confident they could deduce the general direction of her other capabilities from the rather obvious fact that her frame was so frail and slender, made even more prominent between all the toned or even downright muscular bodies around her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>