Watching the flamboyant entrance of one woman, and the flamboyant lack of atire of the other, Nightshade just shakes her head, smiling at the strange accents and manners displayed by the others invited.<br/><br/>After a minute, she addresses the Mage Lord directly.  "I'm not sure I understand you, Lord Korrok.  Your people are being destroyed by disease, by flying horrors from above..."<br/><br/>She pauses a moment, shaking her head disbelivingly.  "And we're supposed to 'mingle'?"<br/><br/>She emphasizes the last word sarcastically, then looks around the room.  She catches the eyes of each adventurer.  "Give us a task, my lord.  While your people suffer, let us get about the job of aiding them!  In our actions during these tasks, shall we learn each other's abilities, and characters, better than any chat over a feast could teach us."<br/><br/>She looks Korrok in the eyes, and waits.