<div class="floatright">  (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Kiira watched the rest of the motley mix of adventurers enter with unabashed interest, her elbows resting on the table, fingers laced together, chin resting delicately on them. She wasn't sure how many, if any at all, planned on sticking together for the job, but with such an odd assortment of personalities any combination was bound to be fun. Though the elf herself seemed to pay him no more mind than any of the others, when the man practically covered in knives took up watch behind her Miir climbed out of her pouch. Taking a perch on the back of her mistress's chair, she proceeded to stare right back at him with her bright, yellow-green eyes.<br/><br/>An almost predatory glint, like that of a cat who's caught sight of a cardinal with a broken flight feather, shone in Kiira's eyes as the fiery haired noblewoman bristled at the impropriety of the other adventurer's questions. God help her, they were such easy targets, but the haughty, stuck-up ones were always the<em>most</em>fun to tease. "Well I don't know about you, but I don't recall being asked not to read anything..." she said, quietly hoping their would-be employee had more of a sense of humor than her heavily-armored friend. "In any case I've found that politeness and propriety are often detrimental if you want to actually get things done so<em>I'll </em>certainly ask about details."<br/><br/>She turned to face Lady Kara and shifted, now resting her chin in one had as she gestured elegantly with the other. "Your secrets are your own of course m'lady, but it would be endlessly helpful if you could give us an idea of what sort of information these dastardly criminals at least think they've gotten their hands on. The type of person after trade secrets isn't the same sort of person who'd go looking for clues to arcane mysteries and neither are the same person who'd be after...say..." her eyes flicked towards Rose and Kiira flashed her an impish grin, "the private secrets and scandals of the Sword Coast nobility."<br/><br/>"No particular details are need of course, unless you think the time they'd save us getting them out of your enemies' hands is worth the risk of telling them to a bunch of shiftless mercenaries."