With her dark complexion and cloak full of contraband, Asti knew she had little place in the spotlight in matters of Archaen diplomacy. Her eye tucked beneath her wide brimmed hat, the smaller Venator allowed her silhouette to fade into the background of the hunting party.
Sivan, meanwhile, knew exactly where he stood with these sorts of people. His dwarf-blooded build and fully armed wagon would do little to calm the woman's spirits, but his negotiation ability was well practiced. He offered a calm and friendly smile as he stood at Crestwell's side, allowing the older man's non-threatening demeanor to carry the conversation for now, but ready to join in with his well practiced talent for appeasement.
((Acknowledging that Crestwell has a diplomacy talent, I also do, so just ready to back up an ability roll with a second one if necessary))