(IC) The Stone Tooth
Lyrian is curious at the sight of the well-dressed gnome, but as it was a lot less likely that the orcs would have employed such a person, it meant they had found at least a friendly face!
Lyrian herself was small and slender even for an elf. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat braid and mostly hidden behind a pale blue scarf. The faint shimmer of a mithril shirt could be seen beneath her dark green tunic, and more colorful scarves decorated her backpack, hilt of her rapier, and even the quiver of bolts for her hand crossbow.
"Rafink, my greetings. I am Lyrian Swift. My friends are Gar Irontooth, Landor Halbrek, and Tai Chi," she says, gesturing to each in turn, the fierce half-orc, the very obvious Pelor-worshipping human in full plate, and the kenku in his strange armor. She pauses at the end of her recitation, Perrin's loss still too swift and near to speak of. "Gar is on the side of goodness, if you are as well," she adds quickly, as Gar's fierce appearance, for someone who had been worried about meeting orcs, could cause a fright. "What brings you out here?"