As Jaza wandered the battlefield to collect the arrows she'd fired, she caught snippets of conversation from the party that had convened at the cart full of money that had just appeared. A little startled that their contact was a vamp of some sort, that fear had soon allayed at the sight of the sheer size of the money sacks they'd just been given. She pulled her last arrow from the skull of the fallen bandit leader and wiped it off on his tunic, a look of disgust creasing her reptilian features. After replacing every last shaft into her quiver, she rejoined the party at the cart, a slender clawed finger tracing one of the bags of money. Jaza hefted it in a hand; heavy, yes, but nothing she couldn't carry. The jingling money would be a dead giveaway in a stealth situation though, but she'd figure something out. Maybe stuff the inside of her tunic with coins, or only take what she needed. She leaned against the side of the cart as she withdrew a dagger and picked at the underside of one of her claws.

[color=green]"Deejaza, but call me Jaza. Hunter, marksman, rogue. Need a lock picked, need a pocket filched, need a throat slit, find me. Or, alternatively, I can find you."[/color]

Knowing the other Argonians' names settled her more. Reesh and Daleeza, both obviously not fresh faces from the Marsh, but they were new enough for her. She hadn't seen many of her kind outside of her home either, so having two of them here at once plus her was something of a miracle. Thank Talos. And with the addition of the others, especially that female mage and her impressive skills, she knew that this party was a force to be reckoned with. Maybe not as strong as the other, bigger mercenary bands in Skyrim, but they were up there, at least.

She stowed her dagger and folded her arms.

[color=green]"Well, shall we get moving then, companions? I don't like waiting around here with several fortunes worth of septims lying around.:[/color]