The guildmaster waves at Nameless. "No, stay. This could be interesting." He walks forward, examining her closely. "So, are you?" he asks, calmly, facing her. She looks him straight in the eye and says, "Remove my right glove." He arches an eyebrow, before moving behind her, and sliding the glove off, giving a slight gasp of surprise.<br/><br/>There, on her palm, in the corner beneath her index and middle fingers, is a skull, apparently burned into her skin. "The mark," he mutters softly, which gets Bear up onto his feet, and looking at it, as well. "Sure enough. So, where are you from, girl?" "The guild, of course," she replies, and he gets the sense that, if she wasn't wearing the mask, she'd be smirking.