A silver-haired woman sits among the group, her age dubious; she is clearly at least part elven, and is currently somewhere in the middle of that long, indiscernible, timeless period her elf blood places between "child" and "dead."  She looks more like she should be tending a shop or running an inn than going out on adventures as she hogs all available table space with various charts, inventories, balance sheets, and schematics that keep her busy while she patiently waits for the client.  She doesn't seem to be extremely interested in her comrades themselves just yet, but she does jot down what she can see of their possessions every now and then.<br/><br/>"I hope this man usually manages his business in a more timely manner.  This is not the way to make a good impression."  Even as she speaks, it's in an offhand manner, as she gathers up a stack of schematics that she seems to be done with, freeing up one corner of the table.