<strong>Arilyn</strong><br/><br/>Arilyn did not speak up at the halfling insisting upon himself, nor when the emissary of their hiring authority entered, not even when someone claimed to need to know everyone's name or be unable to comply, but none of those were really problems. The Zhentarim? They were a faceless threat of unknown number. A foe beyond counting with resources rivaling nations. That was the sort of thing that kept sane people up at night.<br/><br/>The elf's voice carried, the careful tone of one used to being listened to. "Was anything left of the previous groups? Corpses, supplies, anything that might give us a hint as to the manner of their destruction that we might ward off the same fate?" It was the wisest question in the elf's mind, how else could this group hope to avoid death that had claimed two previous groups (phenomenal cosmic power aside). A group this size could surely handle the threats of the world at large, barring an actual assault by a horde of Zhentarim. There weren't enough fireballs in a wizard's arsenal to hold off that group.