Alexis had been watching from a distance, puffing on a cigarette as a slew of increasingly odder individuals swore an oath on the stone. She had established that the more regal gentleman was in charge and while she cared little for his demeanor or palpable sense of superiority, she was desperate for work, having drunk herself down into a state of near poverty. Tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it out before Mr. judgmental could see, the woman approach the growing group of adventurers and addressed Doggett.
Roshem - "I am Roshem Ma'adir Kabar, conjurer and master of all arms. I am he who has nothing, yet has everything. You have my solemn oath that no harm or danger should come from me, and that I shall use my own life as a shield to prevent any harm or danger from passing onto the children. Sheikar."
**Kherren found the culprit twenty feet to his right. He was an elf of average height, clad in dirt brown robes, and with small beady eyes locked in a rock hard glare, as if trying to see into the Garr.**
**Mirsh didn't even need to answer. It became clear to Kherren as he looked around that Longhorn was none other than the large ram obnoxiously grazing on the grass beyond the crowd, ignoring the pair of guards trying to heckle him away from the park.**
**The red-headed warrior was standing off to the side of the group, checking her crossbow and the rest of her equipment. She also kept fiddling unconsciously with the beads around her right wrist, every time the script along her scarf covered arm seemed to pulse with a peculiar life.**
Alexis:Most of your cohorts seem a little bit young to need any other kind of escort, no? I am a member of the peacekeepers guild and am somewhat skilled in both small arms combat and magical abilities. While I may lack the sheer brawn of some of the others who have gathered, I assure you I make up for it in sheer cunning.