<strong>Belorea</strong><strong>Sunstrider</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/d389/th/pre/i/2015/338/e/0/belorea_by_olgareseda-d9izz43.jpg)</div><br/>Belorea was deliberately silent for most the conversation, just watching, observing and listening where her new comrades were concerned... she wanted to try and get to know them better, get a better feel for who they were as individuals. Know whom she could more easily trust and whom to be cautious of.<br/><br/>One couldn't really blame the young princess for being cautious about letting people in... if they knew her story... it was hard to get past when your own father stabbed you in the back... you stopped being so certain of your own judge of character...<br/><br/>Cera seemed... definitely like someone Belorea was going to keep a good eye on, she wasn't totally sure the silvery blonde haired rogue could be entirely trusted where was morality and honor was concerned...<br/><br/>Aranon... He was shameless flirt and was a tiny bit over confident on his success with the ladies, but he didn't give Belorea any legitimate negative vibes, there was nothing harmful to fear from the night elf hunter. Plus, Doomy was pretty cute, so he had some bonus points for his lovable kitty.<br/><br/>Sunburst wasn't too thrilled with Doomy, judging by the flattened ears and slightly narrowed eyes when the fox would look at him... but Belorea chalked that most up to them being of the feline and canine families, it was normal and would pass in due time.<br/><br/>Erelaa... a mage... Belorea had always been a little wary of magic users after what she'd been through, the hunger for magic being what pushed her father and so many others of her race over the edge... the princess had come to mildly resent magic to a degree... the affliction suffered by her people had taken everything from her... her heart still ached at the loss of the once loving father she'd known before Outlands came into the picture...<br/><br/>However... Erelaa herself seemed pleasant and likable enough, intelligent and honorable... plus she liked animals it would seem, given the way she tenderly paid attention to Doomy. If she was an animal lover, she couldn't be too terrible.<br/><br/>Then there was the demon hunter Quelsin... Belorea was not at all sure how to feel about him and what judgments to try and make... she did not wish to be a closed minded and negative person with an unfair assessment... she would need more time before she could fairly decide what to think about the handsome (yes, she'd admit it) golden haired demon hunter...<br/><br/>"There's no reason we can't all get close. With the hunter's keen eye for natural threats, my eyes of otherworldly threats, your eye for the arcane, and the thief's eye for traps and feints we should be able to determine what we need from just a cursory look," he said "but I suppose we all already realize we far outclass this. Which means something isn't as it seems here."<br/><br/>Belorea looked at Quelsin with a considerate expression as she absorbed the implication he made... she had to admit, he had a good point in this... was it really necessary to request individuals such as them for such a task as retrieving a trinket from thieves?<br/><br/>Perhaps it was possible there was more going on here than met the eye... but what?<br/><br/><strong>{Quelsin}</strong>"I hope that this troll isn't aiming to have us, or even the ogres, become the sacrifices to summon his troll god,"<br/><br/>“I don't think so... I do not believe we were intended as sacrifices, he doesn't strike me as the nefarious sort like that... I do agree with you however, Quelsin... there just might be more to this than we know. The big question that we need to decide together as a group, do we confront him with our concerns and demand the full truth? Or do we trust him with the story precisely as it is and hope for the best?”<br/><br/>Meanwhile... Sunburst being jealous of the attention Doomy was getting got up and pranced over around the table to Erelaa, pawing gently at the dranei's knee for permission to hop up into her lap.<br/>