<strong>Name:</strong>Elandra Ravenholme<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/>With her own introduction out of the way, Elandra was content to fold her arms and merely observe in silence; a stark contrast to her usual behaviour when within the relative comfort of a tavern or inn. Normally she’d be taking the time to schmooze with the locals, picking their minds for titbits of interesting information, or simply immerse herself in the atmosphere. To her taverns were places meant for revelry and meeting new people but if the raven-haired barbarian had learnt anything during her time as a mercenary, it was that she really didn’t want to befriend one, especially if the merc was an ex-soldier.<br/><br/>Elandra respected the old captain’s candour but she preferred his brevity, even if the all-too-familiar warning of potential death had her suppressing a weary yawn from between her claws. His conditions were sound and she had no questions or qualms over the rules. Elandra certainly had no intention of pursuing any form of relationship, ill or otherwise, so talk of ending “grievances” was a moot point. The only thing that mattered to her at that point was survival, completing any given tasks and returning to her much deserved reward. As long as the Brionti family upheld their side of the bargain, she’d happily play the part of emotionless puppet and follow the biddings of their envoys, Connor and Riddick.<br/><br/>When Nariel pulled back her hood, exposing her long black tresses and pale complexion, Elandra was only mildly surprised by the mismatched eyes. She’d seen a lot stranger doing her travels. Instead, what actually caught her attention and caused the young barbarian to lean slightly away was when the elf professed her skill at “craftiness and repossession”. Elandra had been forced to learn the hard way of the pitfalls of working with a cutpurse… numerous times. Like all elves the self-proclaimed thief appeared almost naturally slender with a figure that hinted at a light-footed and supple form of combat. Elandra might have been envious if she hadn’t learnt of the power of coin over looks, coin which would be hers after their little camping trip.<br/><br/>Despite her firm appearance, a small squeal of glee resonated within Elandra as the others prodded Connor and Riddick for answers on the goal. It was the loophole to her “no questions asked” policy, allowing others to do the asking. It was always helpful to know of the specifics although Elandra’s actual concern was why such a wealthy family sought to assemble the band from a ragtag group of expendable mercs rather than purchase the time of an established one. If they wanted the best, it would have been easy to find with so much gold on offer. Instead the Brionti family put up notices in plain sight, enticing any and all who might be desperate enough to risk danger for a heavier purse. The fact that they were only accepting those who Riddick deemed “worthy” helped alleviate a little suspicion but not by much.<br/><br/>Before Riddick had a chance to answer the questions of the others, the Ravenholme woman stepped forward and tapped a clawed index finger pointedly on the table to draw their attention. “I’ll be blunt… I’ll stay for any additional information on the mission but if we’ve been given all we’re going to get in that regard then I’d like to know now so I can spend my time preparing instead. If you require anything else I’ll be residing in the Inn across the street otherwise I’ll meet at the ferry tomorrow, as asked, where I’ll expect to find the initial promise of coin.” She wasn’t going to ask for it right then and there seeing as it’d only make her sleep restless if an entire tavern saw the exchange. Elandra pondered if she should explain that she didn’t mean “anything” in a literal sense but could see that line of conversation turning awkward. Instead she trusted in the fact that her terse, resolute, attitude would wash away any such thoughts.<br/><br/>Despite her tough act, Elandra was actually feeling more than a little tense over the mission. She had sworn away from difficult, or dubious, tasks for a reason and now she was taking one that qualified heavily in both respects. Her stomach was already performing flip-flops as the night ticked away and the conversation dragged on. It was one of the reasons she wanted to end the talk right then and there before any more doubt was allowed to settle.