Eithne slid a hand through her hair before pulling her hood back up. She'd always thought she looked awful in the uniform but now it seemed to fit her. It wasn't as if someone tailored it in a different way, but now it felt.. almost at home. Almost. She could never feel quite peaceful in the uniform.. in something so bright. Neither could she feel comfortable with anything that had a shine to it. She was never polished, she never would be. There would always be something rough about her and she couldn't shake it from herself no matter how hard she tried.
You couldn't forget the past, after all.
Eithne was on her feet the moment the messenger announced himself and as quickly she was crossing the room with quick feet. Her hand was already out and in front of the man before any of them had a chance to speak. "Hand it over, and get out." Eithne said sharply. She was as entrusting as all of them should have been of newcomers. people they didn't know, and had never seen before. Orane had it's hand in too many pots and she didn't trust them not to do something foul with a messenger. Every assassin could play a part, and play it well. Mercenaries too.
Hell, she'd seen men wear dresses and pretend to be women in such situations. Who knew what this 'messenger' could have been. If anyone thought she was being rude, well, they might have been right any other day, and she really didn't care if they thought so right now. Someone had to be on guard. Someone had to do their job. Did everyone know Thiele was here? Cols was standing where he'd been sitting, but had yet to move forward, instead his eyes were now on the elf.