Mya was whistling softly to herself, contemplating the oddness of walking along the high road. Like the gladiatrix who was approaching her, she didn't usually leave the walls of Neverwinter. Normally she'd be content to rob and steal her way to a bigger pouch of coin, but it had been a dry month. It was mistake after mistake for her lately, and she was lucky she hadn't been caught and hanged. So when she saw the posting for this particular job, it was hard to pass up. It was a good bit of money, and it give her a chance to meet this obviously wealthy little dwarf. Maybe she could steal from him later. But she really wouldn't if she liked him. She might try to persuade him to part with a little more than he was going to, though...<br/><br/>What she didn't know was that she'd be meeting all sorts of interesting people. The other elf seemed to be speaking to Gundren, but then he whispered that little incantation, prompting Mya to ask, "Who're you talking to?"<br/><br/>She turned to Beatrix and grinned a bit. "Hi there. You look like you're from the arena!" she said with a perky, curious tone.