<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div><br/><em>Naori looks at the demoness with interest as she speaks of their mission, but says nothing as the specifics of what would occur played out.  She knew how those who were used to power worked, and that they would consider objections to indicate insolence, and excessive clarifications to indicate incompetence.  Neither quality was something one wanted a person literally controlling the future wholeness of one's soul thinking, and so the elven warrioress simply offered the demoness a curt nod as she finished talking and simply turned, to look expectantly at the guards.<br/><br/>During the journey, Naori maintained a stoic silence, answering questions if they were directed at her but otherwise acting for all the world as though none of the others were there, her eyes slowly and methodically scanning the relatively featureless environment as she and the others made their slow progress towards their destination. <br/><br/>Once they reached the point where their demonic escorts stop... escorting them, the elves' brow wrinkles slightly in confusion.</em>"... why would you have a place called the meatgrinder when, prior to us, you had no meat to grind?"<br/><br/><em>She shook her head slightly, her short white hair bouncing a bit from the activity, and then turned to the others with a slight shrug and began moving down the trail.  She smiled at Baudhiel at the introduction, but waited until they were out of earshot of their escorts before actually responding.</em>"Naori.  I hope we can do whatever is necessary to improve our lot in this world... or even return from whence we came."<em>She glances to Jia specifically,</em>"I will... try... not to be overly harsh... though I may fail."