Laurel managed to crack a faint smile, reaching out and shaking the lovely half-elf's hand. Assuming everyone around the table was here for the same reason she motioned to one of the empty seats next to her. Between the strange, exotic woman and the elf kow-towing to their employer it was nice to see that at least one of her potential compatriots seemed normal.<br/><br/>She listened to Rogar with a sort of distant, detached interest but shot Onyx a curious glance when the woman spoke.<br/><br/>"Sounds alright..." she mused, "but why send a handful of copper members on a silver mission? And what's in this mysterious magical box?"