Cassiah eyes the older elf as he joins their group, her brown eyes sizing him up curiously. He couldn't have picked a more conspicuous group to join. The six of them assembled had reached such peaks of mastery in whatever their craft that they stood out in the world. That much was too painfully obvious to ignore. Had this man really just stumbled across them, looking for a bit of action, or was he sent by someone?

In the end, Cassiah decided it didn't really matter if it was planned or by chance. There's no such thing as chance. Just coincidences. She smiles and nods in affirmation, and the others had already invited him.

But talk quickly turns a shade darker, to their personal safety. She thought it was odd, that a gathering of trained professionals like themselves should be so concerned with their well-being. "What draws you to trouble Anjin? Have a death wish?" she asks flippantly.