Onyx watched her new companions from her spot at the bar as she finished cleaning her blade. Of particular note in her gaze was the half orc Koa, she had heard of him from the other copper members. Not to mention there were few that were taller than her even in the guild. The only beings she was used to seeing loom over her were the bears she had hunted with her foster brothers or the odd giant-kin or ogre. She carefully watched him, taking note of the tattoos she could make out. Tribal marks that she hadn't seen in her homeland, so hopefully there would be no friction there.<br/><br/>The elf was quiet and a bit meek, clearly she set something off in him. Still, he and the newcomer Saenaelith were the type that she had to watch over. She didn't know why he was leery of her, but she knew her role with him already. She was the wall for his defense, as well as Saenaelith, which meant she would have to find some way to set him at ease.<br/><br/>She set her pint mug down, signaling for another as her stony gaze moved over the others in turn. Assessing them so she knew her role and theirs in any conflict. Koa would be easy, he was the hammer to her anvil. They would crush the enemy between them. She looked forward to seeing who was the batter warrior but wouldn't get competive till she knew how the half-orc regarded someone who seemed to be more dwarf than half-breed human. She signaled the bar man to bring a pint of Old Tillmans to the giant half-orc on her.<br/><br/>She turned the job over in her head as she looked the group over, trying to find what was wrong with the pay and what the box could be. She was more used to easier and forth right problems, like how to shore up a shaft or which way to hammer a hot sword form into shape, mysteries were for the truly clever or experienced elders.