Neverwinter Forest mission one.

She understood her co-guard was not a fan of Neverwinter, but she personally hasn't had an issue with them, except for the unfortunate black wolf at the Glen. She did not know if the other reported it to their superiors, "I am Desdemona of Moonspear, and this is Osiris," she said cooly. The spider stepped up as she was the one to mention the group, despite normally taking a back-seat. A woman came through, white but with a shrewed expression. Her brows furrowed for a moment on this attire, but said nothing about it. 

Her opinion of Neverwinter was shrinking, but she threw on her neutral stoicism look, "We are wondering how you, and your pack are fairing in this vile weather. We understand that the downpour hasn't stopped, and we are finding out the extent of the damage, and how far it has ran through the land." Business, is business.