Weom smiled at the lady, when she thanked him. So he did not delay in picking a coin from the selection put out before him. He would of course not spend it but he was curious as to why she would be giving him such a gift. He had chosen one of the rimmed obsidian black coins, which he slide into his pocket for safe keeping. He acknowledged the creature, as it advised him not to spend it, with a slight raising of his eyes to meet his. Until finally he went to his place in the line. Keeping his head down as he did this. Time for introductions with the others would have to wait, he thought. This was her time and he would respect that, for now.<br/><br/>He did not see Eleanor arrive but he felt the pinch and then that oh so familiar voice. He sighed at the word 'maggot'. What was she doing her? That drunk had no place her amongst champions, he thought. He was about to respond but before he could, Storm, as she was now called, turned her attentions to another. She was always doing this, he only hoped that she would not bring up there oh so colourful past. Well at least until the others warmed to both him and her a little more at least.<br/><br/>After she had addressed the lady, his attentions were brought back to the task in hand as the lady began to speak once more. All that she said seemed reasonable to him. After all he craved adventure and she was offering that by the bucket load. However, he was not the brightest tool in the shed that was for sure. His fist, more often than not, spoke for him.