She nodded to Tanner sternly, her voice not coming from her lips, not needing to speak. She knew of what he spoke and needed not let him know, considering he made it rather obvious to her, so he didn't have reason to believe someone of her caliber would not understand what he meant. She merely lifted her glass and bent it to her lips, within seconds the warm bronze liquid had disappeared from the glass and was burning it's way down her throat, a sensation Sawyer found rather enjoyable. She let this show with a slight smirk, only the right side of her lips arching into their familiar curve and for but a moment, before the smirk was lost within her stone exterior once more.

She set the glass down swiftly and slid it silently to Tanner, her middle and index fingers pushing it across the wooden bar, her eyes never leaving his as her lips parted once more, her rich voice spilling like honey from within her, before her voice had a chance to warm, they froze, like ice, to the very soul of a person. The sensation much like the burn of firewhiskey. Hot and fiery as it escaped her, but chilling and cold only moments later. "Lady..." she began, a dark chuckle escaping her lips. "is far from what I am... but my reasons for being here are the same as any disreputable person in this room. A drink." She waved to her glass. "So... another." she said simply.

At the boisterous entrance of a one, Frederick Avery, Sawyer could not help but close her eyes and exude a soft and silent sigh. He really did know how to make an entrance, and by entrance, she meant disruption. When he spoke at her she didn't even bother looking at him, so much loudness was coming from this man it made her ears ache. Noise is something that is meant to annoy and bother and he had that talent in spades. She noticed from her peripheral vision that his attention was on Tanner now, this was not an issue with her, she preferred to be left to her own devices, when the time came they would discuss things, when the playful banter was buffed away.

The drink slid into her hands and she nodded simply, no need to thank him, she'd pay the tab at the end of the evening. Sawyer was not having a good time at this, the indifferent banter from the two gentlemen she was sitting with was getting rather tiring. This Frederick Avery, whom she knew very little of, but would certainly find out the key points needed later on this evening, when she left this little... party. She inwardly scoffed, this was tiresome, she could be doing other things, instead she was sitting in a rotten bar with two men who were just speaking with one another like nothing was going to happen. She understood then need for secrecy and things of that nature, but conversation was made for bloody conversation, to discuss things at hand. Sawyer was no lover of small talk.

Sawyer took a swig of her drink, taking it slowly this time as to not drink herself into oblivion this evening. She could very well do that at home, in her manor, where no one would see what went on behind the mask. She still did not look to Avery when she felt his stare, he was more than likely wondering what the bloody hell a girl like her was doing in a place like this. That very fact is what kept Sawyer out of the eye of many for so long, a talent she enjoyed and used when she needed to. She was only 20 years old. Just turned at that. But she was one of the very few female Death Eaters in the Dark Lord's armada. Now, she was a leader of the Grendel, having been one of the few to infiltrate the Ministry, the very list of muggle borns securely in her hands as she left that night.

It was indeed time for Sawyer to speak, though she was not much in the mood for talking, she was the member that Tanner was speaking of. She didn't look up from her drink as she spoke, her tone subtle, even though no one could really hear them, she was still speaking softly, though her tone held a certain authority to it, a certain demeanor that showed those around her whom she was and what she was. It was the type of tone that people would be wise to listen to, or feel the wrath of a very skilled wand hand. "Lack of presence, is only a state of mind. Though I was not at the battle, I believe our group shall win the war. In the possession of a certain member, is the entire list of mud blood children in London and the surrounding areas. A great list it is, though the task we seek to fulfill must not be taken lightly." she paused, hearing something.

She closed her eyes when she felt the touch of a familiar hand on her shoulder, sliding along it before his body came into view. Ki... she had not expected him here, though she should have known to be honest. He was the type to find someone wherever he could to get whatever he needed and or wanted from them. It nearly made her blood boil. Something she didn't like about the man, he was... inadvertently, causing her to react. He had the ability to make her heated, in turn, proving he was underneath her rough exterior. Though she was not one to show it and didn't show it to him, she was still aggrieved that it had happened in the first place. She sat there until she heard him speak. She turned to him, the first sign of any real movement in her part this entire evening. Her eyes scanned his attire quickly, not lingering.

She then turned back to her glass and took another swig before speaking to him. "Well, I am not sure it could be called an improvement, though your ruffles were not my choosing, nor was your involvement. If you wish to take it up with my father I'd be happy to point you to him in the afterlife." with her words came a slight smirk, dark and twisted as it was, it accented her lips nicely, her cheek arching at the subtle curvature of her lips in that instant, the smirk evening reaching her eyes, a slight flash of color could be seen within their topaz hue... if indeed someone had been looking. This gesture was undoubtedly one of the few people would ever see of it's kind, because for a single moment the indifferent exterior was gone and Sawyer too, had a hint of something else within her. She couldn't resist the short blow at Ki.

When the moment was gone she took another swig of her drink, sliding her glass elegantly to Tanner once more, her hand resting on the counter as she waited for a refill. She nodded softly before continuing with what she was speaking of moments prior. Ki would get the gist of the information she had said before because there was not much he had missed, so she didn't bother repeating herself. "This list of names will be the main source of this group's work. Deviating from the list is not something of great importance as we all know that one can not survive on murder and torture of only mud bloods alone. But, when the time comes to... eradicate, the name on the list. You shall do so in a timely manner and report back to the name of the person who gave you the hit." She leaned back ever so slightly, her eyes looking around the small gathering.

She licked her teeth behind her lips before speaking once more. "This is only a small gathering of those in this cause, the others who do not attend this evening will be visited by a leader and told of what they are to do. There will be no dramatic battles with little boys, no year long wars with those whom don't much matter. It is as simple as this. Eradicate. And do it quickly." She ran her fingers through her long caramel hair before leaning forward once more and speaking to the group. "You may not receive an order for some time, it could be months. We have people on the inside..." she allowed her gaze to slide to Ki for a split second before turning back to the entirety, he was in the school, but she was not only speaking of him. She actually... just wanted to look at him. To see if he was listening, or so she told herself.

"Because of what we do, because of our purpose, we can not afford to lose members, to lose sight, of what we are doing by getting caught. So we shall take our time in what we do and when the time comes to move with haste, we shall do so. This organization is about timing, because I, along with the other leaders, do not intend on any of our members being locked in Azkaban, or caught by the ministry. We are not out to make a show, this is not the theater. We are out to do what me must and do it right. There is no room for error..." She finished calmly, leaning back in her chair and looking slowly from one member to the other, she would answer needed question or elaborate if needed, but what she had said was pretty straight forward, so she doubted there would be misunderstanding.