<span style="color: #ff0080">"I... Fuck... I... just... Want it to have a fucking.. oef... comfortable chair." </span><br/>Dottie was breathing heavily as she half rolled, half stumbled out of the bushes, long after everyone had already settled down and started talking to each other.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Bloody crust of the earth, and seven hells of the world. Could you not have picked a better place to do your little adventure on Igney?"</span><br/><br/>Dottie was bent over forwards, her hands resting on her knees as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. The dwarven woman had started off the walk quite cheerful, gnawing on some stringy cheese and talking about the different properties of jade in armor enchantments. Nevertheless, as the day progressed, so did Dottie fall behind in the group. Struggling to both keep up with her longlegged, lightly armoured companions, and the thick underbush she had to cut her way through in. It didn't make the whole ordeal any easier on her by wearing her full armor set, restricting her movements and slowing down her speed even more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"I should have known I was out of shape. But dear Muradin, I swear you're just trying to make me feel old, you invalid fool."</span><br/><br/>The pink-haired warrior smiled brightly at the leader of the party, giving him a wink to show her words were only a jest at her unfortunate lack of stamina. Nevertheless, as she saw that everyone in the group had settled down and talked, she too clicked off her shoulder pads and belt-buckle, before sitting down on her<a class="externalLink" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_aRfzR-_MY/Tx5kOZBg5PI/AAAAAAAABBY/2tk630Ysxx8/s1600/Hammer-WOW.jpg" target="_blank">mighty hammer</a>.<br/><br/>As the rowdy dwarven woman uncorked her rumflask and took a swig of her rum, she suddenly pointed at the missing horn of Teanna and asked;<span style="color: #ff0080">" What in seven hells did you do to deserve that, Little tiefling?"</span><br/><br/>Poor Dottie had missed all of the conversations that had transpired before, including the dramatic reveal of the red hottie. Perhaps she might have been more tactful if she hadn't, but knowing Dotheabella she probably wouldn't.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"So, what's the plan? We go sit here and fuck in offering to Karoiliah or are we going to kick some demonic spawn back to the hellhole from where they came from? Oh, I almost forgot. Where are my manners!"</span><br/><br/>Dottie slapped the palm of her right hand against her face to punctuate her words, before she continued to offer some of her rum to the others. All the while introducing herself to each and every member in the group, shaking their hands and winking her eyes at the men.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"Names Dotheabella Whitarmour, but you can call me Dottie if you're prepared to die besides me. If you've ever heard of Whitarmour armor, then yes, that's me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>