Elayne eyed the growing group with impatience. At this rate, there would be too many of them and she was starting to wonder whether or not joining this band of mercenaries was such a good idea. More people meant more personalities to deal with. And that meant that fights internally were more likely, and Elayne didn't have time to waste with bullshit.
Tossing back the remainder of her water like a shot, Elayne dropped a few caps into the empty glass for the bartender and scooted the bar stool back across the worn floorboards with a soft scrape. With carefully calculated steps, she approached the table of applicants who had been shooed away by the main man. "I suppose I'll just wait my turn..." she spoke softly to no one in particular before pulling up a chair. She slid her hands into the pockets of her coat, her right hand folding and unfolding the corner of the application she'd grabbed earlier. She kept her gaze on the table, passing the time by counting the grain marks in the old wood, her ears straining to hear the progress of the current "interview".