<strong>Name:</strong>Nariel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/><strong>Body:</strong><br/>Nariel watched the patrons in the dimly lit and smoky tavern. She had arrived over an hour ago to await the poster of the notice seeking adventurers to venture into the Northern wilds. She sat waiting her figure mostly concealed by the heavy dark green hooded cloak that she wore. The deep hood concealing her features in the dim room, particularly her long pointed ears, ears that marked her as different as an Elf. Her almond shaped eyes betrayed her as well though most Humans didn’t take notice unless they were particularly close, though most noticed her eyes for another reason; they were each a different color.  Her right eye was a sapphire blue while the left was an emerald green. Back when she was a child her mother had told her that it was a rare trait possessed only by elfin nobility. Of course her mother was a whore, a liar, and a drunk so chances were it was the mark of a cursed heritage as much as anything else.<br/><br/>She sighed softly her mismatched eyes flicked over to the trio of Dwarves that entered the cold sweep of air serving to announce their arrival at the Thirsty Turtle. Wherever there was gold or the rumor of it, there were Dwarves. Her eyes dropped to the worn pewter mug resting on the equally worn table before her. She reached out her fingers sliding over the smooth cold metal of the tankard. At least the ale was palatable; the Dwarves wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, she thought to herself as she lifted the metal tankard feeling its weight in her hand as she took a sip the taste of the smoky tart ale on her tongue. The blast of cold air whipping into the tavern called her attention back to the doorway. The human who entered didn’t look like a miners or hunter. He wore a heavy traveling cloak; the hood concealing his features but not the heavy armor that he wore underneath. The door opened again a few moments later another older Human man entered. He wore a  crimson traveling cloak and heavy armor. He had long blond hair and had the look of an experienced warrior.<br/><br/>Nariel waited as the older man approached the barkeeper, the barman handing him two mugs of ale. She got the impression that he knew the older armored Human. His face showed his age, and more importantly his experience; he looked like he knew how to use the ax and sword he carried.<br/>Nariel placed her tankard back onto the table top the metal clunking on the wood becoming part of the tavern’s ambient noises. She licked over her lips tasting the remains of her ale. Her eyes keeping the pair in sight as she shifted her chair back, as she stood her heavy leather forest green cloak falling back into place over her as she moved concealing her lithe leather and mail armored form beneath. Her hands instinctively shifting down under her cloak, running over the leather wrapped hilts of her throwing blades that graced either side of her torso. They were simple blued steel, she had spent a lot of coin on a set years ago that were beautiful works of art; the hilts sculpted like winged shield maidens chased in gold. However pretty they looked they were useless in her line of work, gold glinted and throwing blades were rarely ever recovered one they were thrown; not to mention the abuse that they take in regular use. So the fancy pretty set of blades were replaced by the ‘ugly’ functional set that she carried now, and she could get replacements for almost anywhere. Her hands continued down touching the hilts of her short sword and her fighting dagger as she turned moving out from her table her right hand resting casually on the hilt of her sword as she approached the pair.<br/><br/>Nariel half smiled, her head slightly tilted down. Her hood casting concealing shadows over her Elfin features as she quickly looked at each of them in turn before she spoke.<br/>“I’m here about the expedition into the Northern wilds.” Her head tilting upwards as she finished speaking her mismatched eyes fixing on Logan.<br/><br/><br/>