<strong>Arilyn</strong><br/><br/>A small elf entered the Nimble Nymph and almost immediately used the passcode. There was no need to peruse the ladies offering their wares, nor was there a need for food or drink from the pleasant halfling at the bar. This was a business trip and as such it was better to get down to business. Apparently, the elf was not one for carousing. Being escorted to the back room, Arilyn took note of those already therein as well as the platter laid out before them. The raptoran was evidently not partaking and it seemed the wiser choice. Arilyn took a chair at the table but chose not to make introductions at this time. There was no need after all, some of these might not be taken on for the job and others... well accidents happened. What use would it be to learn the names of those who were soon to die? The raptoran certainly looked fit enough, able to withstand a few blows. By comparison the elf looked as though a strong breeze would foretell the end. Food was retrieved from a bag and munched upon quietly as all those assembled waited for the rest to presumably arrive, this was not likely a job for three, and for their mysterious benefactor and boss to make himself or herself known. Scant as the details had been, it had certainly piqued Ari's curiosity. Adding to this the possibility of exploring ancient ruins of historical and racial significance, it was simply a prospect that could not be overlooked.<br/><br/>Potentially of note to those within the room was the garish garb in which the elf was clothed, purples of assorted hue and a hat that drew attention far more than was often wise in any sort of covert operation. The clothes looked well-maintained and crafted finely, however, and were worn well. It was simply an odd style to be sure, especially this far North.