Saelhin walks up to the guild hall. "Hmph, the monster hunters." Saelhin tugs a hood over head, just in case someone would recognize her face. No one can know she's alive. "Hello?" She walks into the hall, looking around.
Saelhin nods. "My name is Elle," she lies, shaking the guy's hand. Saelhin's clothes are dirty and torn, leaves decorate her hair, and mud streaks across her cheeks.
Vencross looks up, then ducks his head so his draconic features don't send her into a panic. Darksoul doesn't care about that however, not bothering to hide what he is. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes glow.
Saelhin looks around the room, taking note of each figure's race and distinguishing marks, seemingly unfazed by anything. "What an odd little group.." Her gaze stops at a hooded figure with glowing eyes, and she tilts her head slightly. "Odd indeed. Any missions?"