Moonspear A return from the dead [AW]

She wasn't one for small talk. Honestly, she was comfortable to wait here in silence and simply guard him and keep watch until someone of a higher rank would come to greet him. That was not the case for the man it seemed. He was quick to start his introduction, all which were almost useless to her. A waste of his breath since he would most likely have to repeat the same shit when @Hydra or @Jarillo would come. Apparently he was a former member of Moonspear. He looked ill, or injured... she couldn't tell, she knew nothing of medicine or stuff of the kind. Perhaps his excuse was true, perhaps it had some truth behind it - but again, that was not for her to judge. 

She was merely a guard. Not judge, jury or executioner... well, the later maybe. She grinned sharply at the thought. 

She does. The young woman's voice was flat despite the harsh undertones. It had a certain sharp edge to it despite the drawl with which it came with. We wait for her to arrive. Though they waited, she never got herself comfortable. As if she was looming over him and waiting for him to do the wrong move... to just do the wrong thing and give her a reason to leap into action.