WetHawk
One Thousand Club
At hearing her companions warnings, Valerie jolted up from where she had been relaxing, fully dressed and illusioned up in her armor. A layer of salt coated her in protection as a large, white, crystalline crossbow formed in her hands. She aimed it at the movement, but dropped it at hearing Ander speak, the weapon dissolving into salt as it hit the ground. Valerie hid a snicker at hearing Tyrius's attempt to disguise his voice. Wow... he really needs to work on that. Maybe I should offer him lessons? She squinted in the darkness to see the figure, and after thinking to herself for a moment spoke in her normal voice. "Hello there, Magnolia, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Valerie. As my friends have said, we were staking this place out to look for some thugs who are direly in need of a lesson... Needless to say, you do not match their description." She laughed. "Do you want to join us on our watch? I have brought cookies!" She picked up a small sack of what remained of the cookies she had purchased a few days previously.