The room was beginning to fill with people, some in their own conversations, as Rel nodded towards the one called Morran. The ranger could readily see the skills the scout brought to the venture. His eyes watched the Blanqua as he relaxed across the way, he hoped to work with him on this journey.<br/><br/>He tried not to listen in on any of the other chatting going on, then Rel saw the diminutive Faela walk within the room, and it seemed as though the room quieted as she spoke. He sensed a deep soul in such a small package, and that soul was hurting. He understood that pain as well. She spoke clearly, and Reliat wondered if he could stand firm as the other ranger she mentioned from the first group.<br/><br/>She gave them all important information to what and where they were headed. There was no fear of death, and to do so in saving his people meant more to him than returning a failure. He would put his heart and all the training and skills forward into making the adventure succeed. If he was chosen, of course.<br/><br/>Then the captain entered the back of the room. Reliat stood up from his bench out of respect to the position and to the man he had heard of as he grew up. Jes had mentioned the elven leader, and Rel believed in what Jes had told him. He stood watching the plated warrior, wondering if he had what Kaelen Brightarrow needed for this mission. Reliat swallowed slowly, knowing he did, relaxing in his confidence.