Even just minutes after entering the capital, the issues began for Kera. Having quite a bit of difficulty convincing the guard at her station that her tongue of all things had received a mithril blessing, the shapely froggen woman gaping up, pointing to her tongue, and shooting it out into the air, only for the guard to shrug and ask, "What's so special, you are a frog, right?" It wasn't before she had lost her patience, wrapped the guard up in it, and started to tug him towards her wide open maw that he relented and provided her with the benefits of being a visiting treasure hunter.<br/><br/>Although it was nice getting to eat all of the city's specialty dishes for free, what really had piqued Kera's appetite was all the different races strutting about, with each one undoubtedly having their own flavour, texture and aroma. Though, with how croweded the city were, the hungry spell blade failed to find even a single moment alone she could have used to ambush someone for a quick snack, and add another entry into her notebook on the cuisine of the world.<br/><br/>And so, despite the interesting looking King's speech, Kera was already quite grumpy by the time to find your assigned group came up, and being a head shorter than almost everyone, and thus unable to see anything besides those immediately next to her. Even worse was the fact that some of the taller beings seemed to have a terrible time spotting her, and with her frame wider than most, regularly walked into the annoyed froggen. Kera really had to steel herself to not just topple one of the bastards, have a nice, soothing meal, and hope against hope that no one above her would notice. Thankfully, as she heard number fourty five being called out in the distance, Kera managed to steel herself and push forwards in the direction of the voice. If she could just meet up with her team and move out, things wouldn't be so bad. After a good bit of pushing, shoving and even biting at stubborn people that refused to move, Kera stumbled into a certain male ignu about her own height, holding onto a ticket with 45 etched onto it.<br/><br/>Breifly squeezing against him before she could make a bit of room for herself in the crowd, she stepped back, then reached out her hand to shake his, the gradually darker green coloured froggen woman, with specks of reddish orange running up her spine, neck and up to the back of her head, smiled and said, "Number fourty five? A pleasure to meet you! I am Kera!", before notcing the odd looking female froggen beside him, and extending the same greeting to her too.