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Elora tried to conceal her shaking within her cloak, crossing her arms tight against her chest. [i]Oh, little elf. This pond may be a bit too large for you,[/i] was a small piece of a song her mother use to sing, and even though Elora hated the lyrics with a passion, they still managed to cycle through her mind. She managed to bite her tongue against her cheek and allowed her blue eyes to finally give way from the floor and study those around her.

Immediately she locked eyes with a young woman and forced herself to give a small nod of acknowledgment and welcoming. These people may as well be her partners. It wouldn't do to be fearful, but Elora still refused to remove the hood from her head. A boy then caught her attention, his face slack with exasperation. His eyes were trained against the beast. She could not blame him, but she herself could not do the same. 

After giving the room a completely look-over, save for this "Marcopolo" who she assumed was the beast, she breathed a small sigh of relief. [i]See, Elora? Not so bad. You're completely out of your element, yes. But these people look like a good troupe to journey with. They may be frightening, but sometimes one needs frightening friends.[/i] She didn't exactly understand why [i]she[/i] was invited to join this group, having little to no experience. She was not a fighter, but she knew she wouldn't go down easily. Surely everyone here and a purpose, but what was hers? She simply didn't see it. Her eyes fell on the dwarf. He was the answer. He was the one who gathered them here. Now, to see what he would do with them