Gar was ignored by the green dragonborn. However, the golden one's eyes trailed after him, the finely-scaled lips lifting in a closed smile as the nod is returned, after a moment.<br/><br/>"Oh my!" She flashed a bright smile to Kieri. "You're a formal one. Sune, you say..." The gnome's eyes sparkled as she looked the goblin up and down. "<em>Fitting</em>." She offered with a smile, lifting her glass of wine, then licking her lips daintily. At the compliments about pies, laughter bubbled from her "Oh! Oh please I didn't make them I only<em>bought</em>them. Please, please, sit." She gestured to the other cushions around her table.<br/><br/>Once they were seated, she spoke, "If Camarilla hasn't already told you, my name is Nivni Holgswazzle. And my proposition is perfectly simple...<em>and</em>decorous," she added with a smirking glance towards Gar.  I'm hosting a party in two days, an art exhibition for the Autumn Trosseau. And it would be a delight to have three adventurers such as yourselves helping keep order." Another sip of her glass. "It might not sound as exciting as fighting fey on the Trade Way, but I suspect you'll have your hands full before the night is through. Wealthy men and women and fine wine, and all of that."