Watching the others, Leithanien, said and did nothing until they were out of the tavern. She studied Sen when the Half-Elf wasn't looking at her, wondering if he felt more kin to these humans or to her people, not that she or her folk were particularly welcoming to half-breeds. She shifted uncomfortably, wondering if joining a group of humans and one mixed blood, was a wise thing. She was pulled from her thoughts by the sudden lunging of the hound, making for a strange interaction inside the tavern.<br/><br/>She once again held her tongue as they trudged through the city. She imagined they made for quite an interesting group, escorted as they were by the captain of the guard. Once they reached the docks she listened to the man's words about not returning unless they succeeded. She scowled and her eyes narrowed, "I care nothing for what you desire human, I do not serve you or your king. Unless you desire to join us, you may hold your tongue on this matter and scurry back to the safety of your ale mug."<br/><br/>She turned away sharply and marched up onto the ship, not much caring to speak with the man again. At least this seemed a good ship, well cared for, and that brought a slight grim smile to her lips.