"Aye, that I did! Some of the fancier components came courtesy of close instruction by my teacher, but every last piece of machinery I carry is something I crafted! By your speech, I'd place you as an academic of some sort, which suggests, in the context of such a dangerous job, that you'd likely be some form of arcanist, which would be all the reason I'd need to be glad to have you on my side in a conflict!"
A small smile came across her lips as he correctly made his assumptions. His handywork was most impressive, with a wit to match. The dwarf soon spoke again and extended his hand.
"Oh, and if we're going to be teaming up, there'll be no more of that "Sir Dwarf" nonsense!" cracking a grin. "M'name's Roark Ironfist,"
She nodded and extended her hand out to meet his. His grip was strong and his hands callused compared to her much softer hands untouched by manual labor. “Robyn Voss. Pleasure to meet you, and glad to have you at my side. With your help and some luck we might just be able to pull this off.” She said hopefully.
It was about that time her eye would fall upon a another woman, slightly taller than herself, approaching. Her garb was a simple, but beautiful, white linen tunic and cloak. It matched her snow white hair.
"Greetings. I am Luna, the Night Touched. A pleasure to meet you."
Robyn looked her over as she spoke, she noticed she wasn't quite human, but possibly one of the Talian she had read about. She had never seen or met one in person before, only reading of them in one of her many texts. Unfortunately her understanding ended there.
Wanting not to appear rude she extended her hand towards the newcomer, “Robyn Voss of the College, and this is my new acquaintance, Master Ironfist.'