Keira Priest
The Iron
So the stranger was a turncloak. The fact didn't surprise Keira, nor should it have. Albeit new to the business, she had enough experience with criminal affairs to predict marginally well when someone was playing for the other team. Unfortunately, this was one of those times. Hopefully the other Ravens were sober enough to at the very least notice something was up, though she didn't expect many of them to be. It appeared that the lot of them had taken the idea of partying a bit too far. Hopefully one of them had something more in mind than just waiting around for the trap to be sprung.
With a glance to the newest arrival, a Raven she didn't recognize, she took her lightsaber in hand and shifted her position slightly so the warlord would catch a glimpse of the weapon. Instead of making any threats that would most likely escalate things more she remained silent, content with her unspoken message to the man: try anything, and your head will be separated from your body faster than any of your friends can draw a blaster.
She was thankful for Cryax attempting to walk the line of diplomacy. If they could keep him occupied for even a few more minutes, perhaps one of the others would notice something off. If not, she trusted in their skill enough to not be overly concerned about the assassins. But the minute someone fired a blaster against any one of the Ravens, diplomacy was out of the window. And she would be the first one to make that fact clear.
[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="GM Opposition."], [member="Anastasia Rade"]
With a glance to the newest arrival, a Raven she didn't recognize, she took her lightsaber in hand and shifted her position slightly so the warlord would catch a glimpse of the weapon. Instead of making any threats that would most likely escalate things more she remained silent, content with her unspoken message to the man: try anything, and your head will be separated from your body faster than any of your friends can draw a blaster.
She was thankful for Cryax attempting to walk the line of diplomacy. If they could keep him occupied for even a few more minutes, perhaps one of the others would notice something off. If not, she trusted in their skill enough to not be overly concerned about the assassins. But the minute someone fired a blaster against any one of the Ravens, diplomacy was out of the window. And she would be the first one to make that fact clear.
[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="GM Opposition."], [member="Anastasia Rade"]