Eunice slowly followed the maid, staring at the young girl. Her eyes also scanning the mansion for any sorts of traps, but finding none really. Her cloack flows slowly behind her, sword stuck easily into her belt.<br/><br/>Moving into the room Eunice raises her eyebrow at the sight of the half-ling raising up to meet them, she is however fairly straight forward. Something Eunice does not mind, she would rather have employers like this halfling then those who do not dare to say what should happen. The woman nodded, at Tinkle slowly, showing her agreement to the task. It was another way to prove herself in the eyes of her dark friends.