Hunter By Trade, Mother By Accident

The call for a hunt was always exciting. This one was different than Hazel was used to. The Warlord had mentioned something about guests, and it seemed that not only were they were, they were happy to contribute. Hazel could respect that. Considering that she should be social, the girl's head lifted to the call. Not only that, she knew the area well. It only seemed right that she go greet them, offer her assistance as well. Something about hospitality-- weird as Hazel was, she was trying okay? Doing her damndest.

"Room for one more?" She arrived to the little group, offering a friendly nod of her head to each of the strangers in turn. Her gaze was bright, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I'm Hazel, one of the Armada's Lieutenants." Though she keeps her distance physically, she at least knows how to be polite. How to be friendly. That was enough, right? She'd like to think so. Any excuse for a hunt was one she'd take.

"Speech"