(http://pre11.deviantart.net/f098/th/pre/f/2014/111/4/0/shamera_the_thief_by_helmuttt-d7feqj3.jpg)<br/><strong>Althea Brightwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14242057#msg14242057)<br/>Warehouse Backroom<br/>Tag: Everyone</strong><br/><br/>Althea sat at the table; making herself seen. She listened intently as the ancient-looking man gave explanation. Previously she had glanced at each of the other travelers. They seemed to all be rather unique individuals, but maybe that should be expected of monster hunters and mercenaries. She just barely noticed the smaller attendee that, from where she was sitting, happened to be partially obstructed by the wings of the dragonborn. But now, as their informant spoke her eyes were locked on him. She had been disappointed to be forced into relinquishing her previous pursuit, in which she had been tracking a werewolf for a fair number of days now. But the man before her spoke of greater opportunity, and it helped her release the frustration of losing her previous mark.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the discussion over the ring. She hoped there wouldn't be a conflict. The dragonborn seemed passionate. Like someone who would put up a fight. But Althea agreed with the darker woman. "I agree that considering the limitations of the trinket that it would probably be wisest to leave it to our more concisely spoken friend." Hopefully, with that being said they could all settle.<br/><br/>She didn't have anything impressive or witty to remark about herself, but after the others had poured themselves out she figured it would be best to follow suit. "I'm Althea Brightwood. I've been hunting werewolves, vampires, and the like since I was very young." Hopefully, that would be sufficient to explain her aptitude for the job being offered.