[b]Eida Craig[/b]

Eida rubbed at the green warpaint on her bare arms as she carefully (if not subtly) listened in to her target's complaints. The robed nuts who'd bumped into him, at first glance, seemed like complete religious crazies -- cultists, possibly, though she couldn't be sure. She didn't have any intention of staring at them further, just in case they walked up and sacrificed her to one of their gods. Ew.

However, she swore she heard the clinking of gold coins the moment the man had said [i]royal blood[/i]. If there was one thing she was sure of it was that princes and kings were loaded with money and it was merely a matter of convincing them to give her some. Then again, she didn't like to be handed out coin like some sort of charity case; she would fight for him.

As well as wealth, kings tended to bring a whole lot of war with them, and that was [i]her[/i] life.

When the clouds started to coalesce into a skull formation, Eida scoffed -- probably prompting the wrath of some god out there who now wanted to smite her down with heavenly glory. It wasn't any of her business, that worship stuff, so long as it wasn't forced down her throat like her tribe's shamanic leaders once had. Her eyes lingered on the skies for a few seconds, the wind touching her face with a particularly frozen embrace, but when she looked down to observe the prince-king-thing, she found him looking [i]back[/i] at her.

Oh, he had noticed. Eida purposefully strode closer to him, stealth be damned, and pulled her fringe out of her eyes to stare even more intimidatingly at the man. All of it done wordlessly.

The silent tactic usually worked.