Dura said nothing as introductions were made. When it came around to her, she shifted her slouching stance a little and stood up, her blank expression hidden behind her mask. The bones around her belt clinked about somewhat with the shift, but were still again soon after. she swept her gaze across the crowd, gauging looks, stances, races, before quietly clearing her throat and speaking clearly enough for the room to hear.

"Dura gra-Shurk. Orc. Spellsword. Shoot, chop, burn or freeze, I can do it."

With that, she swep her gaze across the room again and returned to her wall-slouch.