In a gentle trance was the elf, somewhat incurred by the presence of Chloe, how quaint it felt.  Yet Nirayane broke from it turning towards the male speaking to her and the girl beside her.  Simbad, a regal looking fellow with a patch over his right eye, Nirayane wondering how he may have lost it, either in battle or some...unfortunate event in his lifetime.  Surprising one of these few thieves haven't lost a limb or something more precious in value.  Twas a rough and arduous line of work not without its tribulations, but indeed it was rewarding....if by rewarding meaning seeing the meek and the downtrodden graciously given to.  She knew of Simbad for some time, and always he struck the elf as mysterious clouding his past, but then again she wasn't much of an open book either.  She nodded to the male and pointed to the burlap sack of venison, the bottom coated in salt to keep them fresh.  Of course, it would be up to the hunter to cook.

Without a word, Nira excused herself from the two and made her way over to the table where she first laid the pouch full of meat, still bloody and not a single hint of rot in it.  She sighed skewering the meat onto a spit and then carrying it over to the fire.  In the instant the flames began licking at the slabs of raw deer meat, the intoxicating aroma overtook the stench of the sewer.