"I think it will be good for you!" Mei said as she helped her friend into her armor, buckling the more hard to reach straps as the thief stared sullenly at her through the mirror they stood before. Laurel usually fond her roommate's her incessantly cheerful attitude, a welcome change of pace from the gruff and rowdy personalities that dominated her peers in the guild, but today she was just grating. She scowled as the young woman continued, either oblivious or ambivalent to her friend's irritation. "It's certainly not doing you any good moping around the city or just taking those trite little solo missions. I mean honestly, you've stolen that silly knife back and forth between those two merchants what, like six times now? It's a waste of your talent."<br/><br/>"I already said I would go, I don't see why you have to keep trying to convince me it's a good idea." Laurel grumbled, shifting and adjusting her armor once it was secured.  The leather was soft and supple, dyed a dark gray and covered in a pattern dull, dark metal studs. Over the simple skirt, tunic and leggings she wore in various other shades of gray and faded black it gave one the distinct impression that the sullen girl might be a thunderstorm given human form.<br/><br/>"Because I'm tired of you moping about here! It's been six months Laurel!" Exasperated, Mei stomped over to the corner of their little shared tenement and retreived Laurel's haversack, tossing it to the sulking theif with considerably more force than necessary. "If<em>I</em>can come to terms with my sister's death I think you can manage...The guild doesn't blame you for what happened, I don't see why you insist on doing so."<br/><br/>With a huff, Laurel donned the last of her equipment and headed out of the apartment and down the old stairwell, Mei's voice echoing behind her, "Play nice with the other mercenaries!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before long she arrived at the guild house, making her way to the main hall with little more than a vague wave of acknowledgment to the various guild members who greeted her. Before the mess with her former partners Laurel had been one of the friendliest members of the guild, always willing to talk or share a drink with her coworkers, but most had gotten used to the sour disposition she'd developed over the past few months. Spotting the unmistakable form of Rogar easily, she crossed over to his table and took a seat, looking curiously at the odd woman towering over the Dwarf but saying nothing quite yet.