Edit: changed Janira's speech to purple to differentiate<br/><br/>Kreighton Shaine nods to Sebastian "Indeed, Sebastian. You're not surprised, I trust?" Then he looks at Tessa with a wry smile. "Oh Tessa, you're always welcome to enter my garden and trim my bushes whenever you feel like it."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://pathfinderwiki.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/a/ac/Janira_Gavix.jpg/200px-Janira_Gavix.jpg)</div>Hearing Shirin's question, the halfling named Janira answers in an enthusiastic and cheerful voice, “How nice of you to ask, dear aspiring Pathinders! It was but six months ago, but I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday." Janira does not look very old, but for those with friends around the society, it was no secret she was very much enthused about the Master of Scrolls, and clearly Kreighton had rubbed off on her somewhat.<br/><br/>"I was busy mapping cave entrances in the foothills of the Kortos Mounts, when I witnessed a lone gillman entering a concealed cave. I thought little of it at the time, but I saw another one enter the cave again a month later as my Confirmation stretched on. A few days later, after I completed my assigned task, I entered the cave system, but was unable to find the gillmen.”<br/><br/>Master Shaine hops to his feet on the table as if on cue, with the sprightly bounce of a showman despite his age, which was visible even for elven standards. “And therefore, Initiates,<strong>for your Confirmation, you will travel to these caves to explore and document its many passages. Additionally, and most importantly, you are to learn what the gillmen are up to in there. Oh, and you need to come back alive as well.</strong>”<br/><br/>With these parting words, the Master of Scrolls jumps off the table and strolls out of the building while humming to himself. Sebastian and other musically inclined ones among you might recognize the tune to correspond to a famous song's lyrics, "<em>Well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk...</em>"<br/><br/>Janira watches him go with an adoring, fawning expression as she pulls out a large leather-bound  journal and opens it on the table. There seems to be nothing of great interest in the journal except for her scribblings and some diagram that might be a crude personalized map that only the author might reasonably make use of. She sits at the table, her chirpy enthusiastic voice carries on.<br/><br/>"Before we set out, we should all  get to know each other and review  our  plan.  After all, the most  important factors that determine  whether an expedition will be a  success are cooperation and preparation!<strong>You all know who I am, so please let's hear about yourselves! Oh and if anyone wants me to look over their gear, do empty it here on the table!"</strong><br/><br/>For most part, unless you are a Pathfinder initiate or have many low ranking friends in the Society, you would have no idea who she is. If you happened to hear tell of her, she's an excitable chatty bard who likes to tell "inspiring" tales of past Pathfinders, who usually die by the end of the tale.<br/><br/>Regardless, she looks at you all expectantly, with a big smile and trying to look tall in the seat, like a mother hen given her first batch of chickens to cover under her wings. Given that she's a halfling, she does not quite succeed.