Casting back her hood, Jayne's delicate features are beaming with a mixture of excitement and a determination that is rich with youthful pluck.  "Janye Rook-- a pleasure, good sir!  A--" she goes rigid and serious, "what, a dead wizard?  Sending us dreams?  US!  Wow, my-- I just..." she relaxes, her eyes still glimmering and wide, but her posture and face stern.  "Yes, that is dreadful-- chaos down there, you say?  My my, I am simply mortified, I assure you..." she takes Rava's hand and briefly dips to a rushed curtsy, then to Tzila, Kara, Jevicca, and Durnan.  ((please let me know if I missed anyone))<br/><br/>"I'm a sword-study, be sure... not a rugged bashy-bashy type, but I know a trick or two with the blade."