Laurel scowled a little. Not knowing what was in the damn box was going to drive her mad, but she wasn't enough of a fool to open a strange box, a strange<em>magic</em>box at that, when the client said not to. Still, the money was decent and it would be nice to no longer occupy the lowest rung of the guild ladder. She'd never worked with the others; the half-orc and the man lurking around the bar looked familiar, and after a closer look she was fairly sure she'd heard others talking about the powerful looking woman with the mismatched accent. The two elf-kin were a bit of a mystery, but she trusted Rogar as a competent judge of their abilities. It wouldn't do any good to send guild members into situations they couldn't handle after all.<br/><br/>Finally, she nodded. "Alright, I suppose I'll go along then."<br/><br/>As the others threw their lot in and began to disperse, Laurel looked up to find the odd elf woman smiling at her. The petite human arched one golden brown eyebrow curiously, but rose and followed the woman over to the empty table.<br/><br/>"Uh...hi." she said, giving Saenaelith a slightly awkward, confused smile. Socializing had not been on her to-do list today, but spellcasters were something of a soft spot for the young thief. "Don't worry about it, I've worked with folks for foreign parts before. I'm not exactly a refined noble or anything, but I'll help with whatever I can. Is there something in particular you want to know about?"