Satisfied that the Dwarf was going to be okay after the Psymancer's makeshift downing cure, she returned to fixing her hair - straightening the long pins holding the thick coils of red hair in place. What she really wanted was to cut it, but that would have to wait until she found a suitable blade. She had eyed the twin swords of the newcomer thoughtfully for a moment, but decided against it. It looked liked dragon's blood smeared on them, and she did not want any of that near her hair. Straightening it up would simply have to suffice for now.

As their newest member introduced himself, however, Mtrlindr could not contain herself. She snorted a rather derisive laugh, not pausing at all her attentions to her elaborate hairstyle as she turned to the swordsman. "Really, the greatest swordsman in all creation? So what, exactly, was such an illustrious individual doing on a floating bucket in the middle of the nowhere?" Blessed heavens, humans could be so ridiculous. She cocked her head, giving Drago a second look. He looked familiar ... crazy humans indeed, he was the insane one who'd jumped onto the ship earlier, giving Mtrlindr her chance at freedom. Heavens be blessed!