<strong>Location</strong>: Anjushri residence, feast hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Chorgath<br/><br/>Samaro's expression twists into a half-smile when asked the question.  "It's as much choice for survival as it is inclination by nature," he says, taking a small sip from his cup.  "I have long found much to admire in the world, but it's only a rare few souls that react to an outsider with appreciation instead of revulsion, repulsion, or worst, rote adulation.  Better to dodge the question entirely and let people draw their own assumptions, I've found."<br/><br/>Samaro also politely does not notice the Lunar pointing at his own eyes, and then pointing at Samaro - the nigh-universal silent signal 'I've got my eye on you, punk'.  The swordsman's attention flicks briefly over the other two present, assessing them the way a warrior might, and continues, "I was quite surprised to receive the invitation, to be honest.  I confess I have little idea why I might have been called to meet with her.  My skill with a weapon is perhaps my greatest qualifying factor, but sellswords are a dinar a dozen, ne?"