Kereva approached the group that was forming, she could see a few members of the party glance her way at the same time, and though she was only looking for some one to barder with, or offer her body in exchange for coin, she was filled with purpose as she took every step. The bustle around her was hypnotic, and the still building anxiety couldn't stop from grasping her attention. As she got with in speaking distance, she tried not to expose too much of her skin, placing her arms strategically around her torso. It was an odd reaction for her to partake in, displaying her beauty to strangers had been working well for her lately. she still looked striking underneath the broken clothing and her withdrawn eyes. "I am Kereva Maalkum. I've heard a lot of noise from my place inside of the inn." She gestured down towards the lower districts, and asked the only real question on her mind, "what's everyone gathered for? there isn't any danger nearby is there? I've traveled a long way to escape these troubles of the foresworn. I'm starting to fear that it will follow me no matter where I may arrive."<br/><br/>A low gust of wind found it's way around her fabrics, and it forced itself against her skin, she felt hollow for a moment and tried not to stare at anyone with too much focus. She feared displeasure from the group, as she felt helpless before them. their bodies were hard and trained to kill, and their eyes looked ready to deliver damage. Bolli inspired most of Kereva's reserved behavior. He was threatening in every way she could imagine.