<strong>Name:</strong>Nariel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/><strong>Body:</strong><br/>Nariel smirked as she glanced over to the other two, applicants. She noted too that they were both eager to give Master Riddick their names. Sylvester looked to be a simple mercenary thought judging by his dress and gear he appeared to be experienced in woodcraft. He looked like he had been through his share of fights given the scars that marked his otherwise lean muscular form. She guessed that he preferred a speed and a bow over blades given that he seemed to forgo the heavy armor that Riddick and Conner wore.<br/>The other applicant the barbarian woman, Elandra seemed odd somehow. She didn’t look like a warrior more like a thief; a scout perhaps? Her choice of weapon thought was peculiar. A clawed gauntlet was a better weapon for a thief or assassin, something useful against unsuspecting and unarmored or lightly armored targets; something meant for poison. Perhaps it was a clan thing, a ceremonial weapon that marked her as part of the tribe?<br/><br/>She looked back to Master Riddick as he spoke to her and the others; laying out his expectations and rules for the expedition. It would be a long trip into the wilderness; death and maiming were possible; of course one didn’t have to go into the wilds to find death or injury and no personal baggage. She nodded in agreement. She had assumed as much when she had seen the posting, she hadn’t expected 1000 gold sovereigns for an over night trip to pick flowers.<br/>Then came the rules; he was the leader, the ‘captain’. She was sure that he was in the military, or had spent most of his life in it. He spoke like an officer; someone that was used to commanding a group and being obeyed without any questions a leader. She hadn’t noticed any unit insignia on him, but between his cloak and being seated she didn’t have a good view of his armor or gear.<br/>His orders were final; failure to heed his orders would get you abandoned in the wilds. His companion Conner was his second in command; his orders were to be treated as if he had given them.<br/>She realized that he wasn’t the actual organizer of the expedition; sure he was making sure they knew that he was the leader but he was following someone else’s plans.<br/>Her mismatched eyes flicked to Conner again. He was still hiding under his hooded cloak; she wondered briefly why he continued to remain hidden. Clearly he didn’t want to be seen. Was Conner even his real name?  She smiled as she made a connection Master Riddick was here for ‘Conner’ he was his…bodyguard? No; his father?<br/>Riddick didn’t strike her as a regular mercenary for hire; he seemed to be the kind of man motivated more by duty, honor and, family over coin.<br/>So was Conner a Brionti? Perhaps she would have to check around before they left. She didn’t usually bother with who was who in society it usually mattered little to her who was currently playing the political games in the imperial court.<br/><br/>Nariel nodded once as Master Riddick finished speaking.<br/>“Fair enough.” She said to Riddick pausing for a moment before she reached up her arms parting her cloak; revealing her black custom fitted leather and mail clad form beneath as she shifted her hood back.<br/>Her ebon hair spilled from her hood as she looked at Riddick, her blue and green mismatched eyes briefly dropping to the still hooded Conner before she turned looking to Sylvester and Elandra. Her long pointed ears and almond shaped eyes clearly marking her as Elvin.<br/>“Since were all being friendly,” looking back to master Riddick, “I’m Nariel, my skills are in… craftiness and repossession.” She said her pale colored lips curling in a wry smile.<br/>“I have no problems with your terms master Riddick and only one question. What are we seeking in the Northern Wilds?”<br/>