"No no, it's fine, really!" Laurel said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. Six months of self-imposed semi-isolation seemed to have rusted her social skills a bit. The witch's language was considerably more flowery and poetic than the peasant-born girl was used to, but at least her grasp of Common seemed to be strong. On her very first quest with the guild, what should have been a simple infiltration and information-gathering mission, Laurel'd nearly been caught with her hand in the cookie jar after a misunderstanding between herself and her teifling lookout had sent them to opposite ends of the nobleman's house. The demon-kin's accent had been so thick she'd barely recognized it as common at all.<br/><br/>After the boisterous monk shouted, Laurel grinned crookedly and nodded in agreement to Cassidy's words. "Yeah, the Guild in particular tends to attract a rather...enthusiastic crowd. Most've them are friendly though, in their own way. It'd probably be wise to make nice with our new companions before we're all back to back, facing down a mob of angry forest creatures."<br/><br/>She rose, and crossed the short distance between their table and the group congregating at the bar. The girl's walk was a bit more graceful and fluid than the average human's, perhaps, but years of careful crafting of her outward presentation assured that nothing gave away the depth of her abilities. With a skillset like hers, things usually worked better when people underestimated you...<br/><br/>She made a little motion to the barman and gave him a familiar, friendly smile. A few moments later a mug was in her hand, and she slipped onto a barstool, crossing her legs at the ankle. "Its suspicious, sure, but when<em>aren't</em>the silly messes the nobles get themselves into more than they appear? I know the area pretty well...If Rogar'll tell us who the mission is for I might be able to figure out something more, but I doubt he will."