Esailia Lelander
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As she watched the scene play out before her, a few thoughts battled for her attention. How this man handled his slave belayed his need to assert his dominance, how his slave's behavior turned from almost friendly to completely cowed at the mere presence of his Master, and the fact this man was wanting this group, whom had JUST been formed in the secrecy of the Citadel, to go collect an unknown number of objects yet to be revealed.
The Guardian stepped forward to face up to Gun'Tar, holding her shield at parade rest on her left side. Esailia was by no means a match in size for him, but she doubted a fight would break out. Her actions were more like a rival alpha posturing before another, and her tone was strong and loud as she spoke.
"And while my comrades here seem to be so eager to accept, I would like to know what this 'something' is first. I may not know all the dangers of our journey, but I would not deliver anything dangerous to a merchant even at the cost of a useful guide."
She stared up at Gun'Tar, watching his face while her peripheral vision watched for any shifts in his body. Let's see how serious he is...