Coleman
*Overnight...*
*It has not been unnoticed by the criminal element, all this money flowing back and forth between the dwarven caravan and the town's mercantile class. Thus, in the dark of night, under cover of shadows, a quartet of riffraff decide, why not get their own piece of the pie? However, they are not the sort to politely and kindly ask mama for a piece, like good little children. They're the sorts who, in their youth, would have snuck up and stolen the pie right off the windowsill.*

*It would not be that easy, of course, to get their piece of this pie. Oh, no. This would involve not just swiping the pie off the windowsill. No, no, no. Here, they'd need to break said window! Maybe pick locks, bash in doors... A much more dastardly and nefarious practice.*

*The quartet riifraff eye the sturdy door before them. One of their number begins fiddling and jiggling with the lock. With another of their number stands by him, holding the toofbag in one hand, a crowbar in the other. The remaining two stand lookout.*
*...*
*Click! This burglar grins, "We're in." Creeeeeeak! The door creaks open*

"Shhhh!" *Utters one of the burglars,* "We don't want their guards to hear us!"

*Too late!* "Halt!" *A guard comes around the corner, and draws his sword as he spots the burglars!*

*The burglars now decide to upgrade ... Downgrade? Themselves to robbers as the thief holding the crowbar brandishes it,* "This is too big a score, gents..." *And his partners in crime nod their assent, the lockpick drawing daggers, and the remaining two also bringing up clubs.*

*The guardsman looks uncertain. Here he was, hoping for another quiet night in a long serious of quiet nights. He didn't take this job because he actually wanted action! Longing for the boredom he'd learned to love, his sword trembles in his hand as the four robbers chuckle and spread out as they slowly approach him, dark, sinister grins on their faces. This guard needs ...*

*A Hero!*

*Well, his luck is with him tonight, as that

's when they all hear ...*

*One of the thieves looks up and around,* "What the ... Is that a flute?"

*Indeed, from the rooftop across the street, a flute sounds, its mysterious, ethereal music drifting down to the guardsman and his assailants and then!*

*Then!*

*... A girl's voice calls down, proclaiming,*

"You attack in darkness but the light is here! 
To shine upon you and bring you tears!
For the stank of justice will be on you soon,
Brought to you by me ... **Daisy Moon!!!**"

"Yeeeeah, this is now, officially, beyond my paygrade..." *With that, and while the thieves are distracted, the guard runs like hell!*

"Oh, good, that actually helps!" *Calls down the voice.*

*The riffraff look around, then finally, one spots her!* "What the hells is *That*!?" *He points up. The riffraff look up to see...*

*A rather petite-looking girl is up there, flute still held up lefty-style to her mouth, but she slowly lowers it as she notes the scrutiny. She's not unusually short, she just looks rather ... Twiggy, to choose a word. She wears a sleeveless, shoulderless, scanty black top, and a flowing skirt of black and white silk. She wears a black and white mask over her nose and mouth, and has a shock of white in her short, wavy, touseled black hair cut short at the nape of her neck. And, strange beyond strange ... Is that a skunk tail billowing behind her, lightly rustled by the night breeze? Why, yes, yes it was! As if this weren't unusual enough to the bad guys' eyes, they then boggle as she turns around to display that the skirt doesn't cover ... Her fine, bare ass! She bends over to shake it at them, which they grin at, their confusion and caution briefly shifting to glee at the sight of that bum*

*However, and too bad for them, there's only time for one of them to give a wolf whistle before she spews forth a stinking cloud from that shapely, fine ass!*

"Shit!" *One yells as they begin hacking and coughing, the lockpick even retching. Daisy Moon steps off the roof and floats down amidst the chaos, levitating to the ground, clear of the stank-cloud, flute still clutched in her right hand.*

"One chance! Throw down your weapons and surrender!" *She calls out in a bold, authoritative voice!*

"Fuck that, you weird little bitch! Come here and —" 

"Well, if you're suuuure!" *She cuts them off with glee, and aiming that fine behind again, peering over her shoulder, she cuts loose with a billowing cone of flame!*

"Whew! Spicy!" *She exclaims!*

*As she leans back up though, she notes that with stank-cloud clearing, the bad guys had begun spreading out to confront her. Thus, she'd only succeeded in leaving one thug laying with third-degree burns, hollering in writhing agony.*

*The guy with the crowbar yells,* "Dammit! This was supposed to be easy money. C'mon gents, she can't get us all!"

*Daisy giggles,* "Well, you say that..." *She pops something in her mouth, gulps, turns and presents that ass to them again, and as the man with the crowbar charges...*

**Foonk!** *She fires forth, from her ass, a strange globular substance... Which strikes Mr Crowbar in the chest. He's blown backwards several feet, and he's now on fire! He screams as he hits the ground, and starts rolling around!* 

"Woo!" *Daisy throws up the fist clutching her flute and whoops with joy ... Then,* "Uh oh!" *As, surprisingly enough, in her opinion, the remaining two thieves — one with a club, and the lockpick with his daggers rush in. The guy with the daggers is fast and she doesn't dodge fast enough as she tries skipping and scampering backwards, and she takes a slash across the arm!*

*Seems she got cocky, and she's not being cocky yet, or maybe it's just bravado, as she yells* "You son of a bitch! You made me bleed my own blood! How *Dare* You!" *She hops, skips, and jumps backwards, angling around to try and keep positioned.*

*She hollers to her f

Lute as she gets clunked hard now, in her left shoulder by the man with the club, and stumbles, reeling away,* "You could *Help*, you know, Sally!"

*Sally, the flute, gives a long, labored sigh,* "Well, why'd you decide to take on four thieves at once?" *But, acceding to Daisy's request, emits a long, flittering, trill. The club-thug stops his advance, looking confused. The dagger-thug looks to his comrade,* "The hell's wrong with you, we got 'er!"

*Daisy skips back another good ten feet,* "Thanksm Sally!" *And popping another gummy bit of gunk in her mouth, spins around to present her ass once more. The dagger guy has time to look at Daisy again,* "Aw shit..." *And he catches a different kind of goop, which bursts around him, covering him with sticky goo which, as he falls to the ground,* "Fuuu...—" *... And as he falls to the ground, the ooze hardens and glues him there!*

*The flute ceases its trill, and Daisy proclaims,* "Remember this. I'm Daisy Moon, the Skunk Princess, and the *World's* Most *Dangerous Ass*! " 

*She strikes a pose, saluting with her flute,* "Tell your friends!"

*She then pops one more bit of glunk in her mouth, and shouts,* "Kiss my shiny alchemical ass!" *And with one more floonk, launches a final alchemical bomb at the club-thug, juuust as the guy's eyes clear,* "Huh?" **Boom!** *He's caught a winging blow, but still counts! The bomb catches him on the shoulder, and now a second guy is writhing in firey agony on the street.*

"Ahhh... My work here is done!" *Daisy proclaims,* "Byyye guuuyyys!" *And that, clears the scene with supreme satisfaction.*
Robert
*For the last few days, Fey's been lurking in and around the Singing Shepherd. She's been floating around Miller Dale for a week or so, an aspiring performer, and the gossip and hearsay state that Miller Dale has great theaters and other venues that can make the name* **Mari-Feyona** *One that was spoken far and wide! Thus, she's been playing her flute on the streets, hoping to get noticed. She's pretty good, so she figured it shouldn't take long!*

*But, the last couple days, something had been drawing her attention back out to the Singing Shepherd. That dwarf —* **Rawntha**, *She'd caught his name as — and his entourage were up to interesting things. She needed more material for songs and stories to tell... Maybe she could get on his caravan.*

*They needed her help, that's for sure. They were drawing attention from bad sorts. This is what she presumed, anyway, what with how those poor, unfortunate souls she had to beat the crap out of, last night, had deduced one of the local merchants who were cashing in on the caravan, and wanted to cash in themselves.*

*So, she figured it was time to see what the fuss was about. Time to not just listen to hearsay and gossip and rumor, but to get this info straight from the horse's mouth. Maybe she could even get into his entourage, ... And, what the hey, get some material for her songs and stories!*

*And this is what brings Fey sidling up to Rawntha's elbow and leaning in to try to check out his map, idly saying, like it's no big deal,*

"I hear tell you're looking for scouts! I can do that, and provide entertainment during your expedition as well! I am **Mari-Feyona Weischmann** The itinerant entertainer. I can dance, I can play the flute, and I have so many stories! Always looking for more stories, and it sounds like yours will be a great one!"

*She draws her flute and poses with it, grinning cheerfully*, "Any questions?"
Kimberly
Rawntha started at the sudden female voice at his side. 
"Habijit!" 
This immediately amused and concerned him. It wasn't often someone was able to sneak up on him. But this... Girl had done just that. But, as she hadn't robbed him, he discretely checked himself to make sure, His concern gave way to his bemusement. 

Regaining his composure he said, "Well miss Mari-Feyona Weischmann, besides dancing, fluting and telling stories, which are great qualities for an entertainer, What makes you think you're qualified to be a scout in a dwarven expedition? There isn't much call for making a lot of noise while trying to remain unseen."

He looked her over, as he was analyzing the possibilities. Clearly she could be quiet when she wanted to be. But could she stay quiet?
He knew they didn't have much time, but He had planned on hiring several folks if he could find them. He had been pleased to find Jeri and Kro... But no one else had been interested. Though the locals were very willing to take his gold and seek to broker future deals. Adding another person to his crew wouldn't be a bother.

He decided to give her a shot, and started asking a few more questions.

"Also, why would an entertainer, who's in a reasonably prosperous town, want to leave and go into the wilds with a bunch of dwarves? What do you know about what we're setting out to do?
Robert
*Fey nods,* "All fair questions, here goes —
*She monologues!* "The gossip mongers are going on about how you're either a clan leader or on a mission for one. There's swirlings about air elementals, but why would they be bothering dwarves? So, you'll gather allies as you meander back up to whatever lost dwarven group you're worried about to see what's up with that, as, like I said, why would air elementals do that? They're usually not smart enough to do things on their own. So, who summoned them? Of course, the gossip mill is not usually overly-trustworthy, anyway. Like, there's even a few rumors that you're not just gathering allies, but gathering an army to fight some rebel faction. And then, making some money on the side, too. That some people want in on. Thus, some thieves already being caught trying to rob ale and wine merchants last night!"
*Fey looks up and around as she talks, as if listening to rumors right now, as she's rattling them off.*
"As for why I'd want to come along, this sounds like an epic journey! You need someone to sing songs about it once you're done! And, I could learn Dwarven while I'm at it, maybe. And yes, I can be quiet when I have to, as hard to sneak around and listen in on stuff if the people know you're there. Or, sometimes I just find a subtle, conversational way to ask."
*Fey looks back to Rawn, looking pleased with herself.* "How's that, milord Rawntha?"