Felosii's eyes narrowed slightly as she considered this. A challenge? Well, well. Perhaps this /would/ be worth her time, after all. Lateness could be excused - this once. "I trust you have a place for us to begin this ... hunt?" She asks. The typically sweet, lyrical voice of an elf, with steel beneath the velvet. "And of course you would inform us if there is ... competition to be concerned with?" Gentle, delicate and ever so very sweet....<br/>