“The Disciple?........” Vriska repeated to herself as her one good eye looked her over again. She looked a little guarded still, unsure of her. Which to be honest, yeah, thats safe bet with her. But she really wanted that bag and its loot that it might contain inside. So she tried to play it off, like nothing was wrong, relaxed as if they were best buds. Maybe she’ll drop her guard just a bit……..

After a pregnant pause she gave her a small grin as she leans up against the crumbling fountain, arms crossing. “Well it’s nice to meet you. We trolls have to look out for one another, right"