As Frances looks over the rod, Rae comments, "I also be havin' a pair o' daggers, a pocket watch, an' a pistol I need looked over... When ye have th' chance."

"Aye, o' course," Rae says retrieving the rod, trying to come up with a reason to use such a device. "Thank ye."

As she puts the rod back in her satchel she will walk around the room and introduce herself to those people she hasn't met yet.  She finally walks up to the white haired monk. "Ahoy, matey. I be Rae. Rae Quetzali.  An' ye be?"

"I'm Kiki," the white-haired girl says. She has a rather lengthy weapon, somewhat like a sword, though the hilt is almost as long as she is tall, while the blade is closer in side to a short-sword. She nearly drops it as she attempt to shake Rae's hand, recovers, reaches to shake Rae's hand again, trips over the hilt and lands uncomfortably on top of the pole. She stands, brushes herself off, and finally completes the handshake. "Kiki Swansgrace, nice to meet you."

"It's a naganata. It's pretty cool, isn't it?" She admires her weapon, then says, "Oh, I do have feathers! I mean, not right now. But sometimes. I'm a hengeyokai. I turn into a crane."

"Oh, Um," she looks around. "Some of my floor mates, but it looks like they're gone now. Oh, I know Drillv!" She waves. "Hi, Drillv!"
The warforged near the punch bowl stands perfectly still.
"Oh. He's being stealthy."