As the others entered the room, the robed woman subjected each to a hidden stare from beneath her cowl. These were the people who were planning on going after the legendary egg? What a shambles. But then, the last time a party had assembled to go after it, they had been carefully selected by the ruler of ... well, that wasn't important. What was important was that a carefully selected band of trained men and women had failed. As had every attempt before them down through the ages. Some even began to doubt the existence of the mighty talisman. Niomah smiled a little at that, unseen by the others.<br/><br/>She looked up at the Captain of the Guard, who stood just inside the door, arms folded over his chest. "Let the thief go, Captain. She is either with us or against us. If she is with us then there is no need for the manacles. If she is against us, we will kill her slowly."<br/><br/>The power in the room was palpable to Niomah. A druid, an elf - something more. Was there another on the way? Her own powers were limited at the moment, but she could sense something yet to happen.