It was a large room, but it still seeemed a bit claustraphobic with so many strangers pouring in to it. Strangers did seem to be the word too. The way everyone was staking out a place to sit, and then peering outward like they were guarding a sacred plot of land, suggested that most of them didn't know each other any better than Widow did. She wondered how badly the youth from downstairs would get beaten. Bruised or not he still had an invitation to find her later.<br/><br/>Widow surveyed the room taking note of everyone. She knew she may end up working beside any or all of them. A blue haired girl (Infinite Sky) introduced herself, she was subdued and pleasant. The precision of her gaze looked like she could see a million details at a glance. Then she went on to excitedly talk about some schematic she was drawing up. Such quirks made people interesting at least. Perhaps this one was a bit too friendly though.<br/><br/>Then there was an exotic looking dark skinned girl who was being flanked by people who looked like they expected a military briefing. (Shines Brightly) The girls clothes, or lack there of, was rather enticing. Despite such suggestive appearances she had a youthful energy to her: A wide eyed idealism and curiosity that made her shine from within. It was revolting! That same young niavity that drove Widow to defile and consume young men disgusted her when seen in young women. Widow would just have to try to not let it get on her nerves.<br/><br/>The one armed man (Curious Eyes of Endless Insight) was dwarfed by the statuesque Widow. He wasn't a musclebound stud, a delicate pretty boy, or a ruggedly handsome veteran but something about him was rather attractive. The Widow wondered how he lost his arm. It amused the blasphemer that she could create a replacement arm for him that would shame the one he had lost. She didn't mention it though, people were not usually happy to find out that every person she saw was a potential source of raw materials.<br/><br/>As someone with the bearings of nobility, the widow could not usually just initiate a conversation with anyone. It was the job of her guardian. The dour looking warrior was really a creation of the widows called Hamlet for a Lustful Vassal; specifically designed for the Widow's priest to control. His gravely voice said clearly, but without any frills. "Presenting this eminence The Widow of the Morning Star."<br/><br/>"I overheard your conversation." She began "I doubt you'd have to worry about making the slaves into beggars. Whoever owns them would not wish to release what he could otherwise sell."  Slaves were an efficient source of power, but seldom the best. "I suggest attunement, and in it's absence essence batteries for this invention. How fast are you trying to get it?" The Widow asked Infinite Sky.<br/><br/>She turned to Beacon to answer his question. "I never met her. If I'm correct I don't think anyone here has. What even told her who we were for her to contact us in the first place?"