Elta nods and swallows a lump in her throat when Mirnea takes a seat.  She grins as the other woman talks and lays a hand on her shoulder, white light of her glorious lord Pelor washes over her hand and surrounds Mirnea's form, greatly taking the edge off any pain she may have had. She's about to address the blood mage ....and instead hears the conversation behind her..mentions of a glabrezu..<br/><br/>She holds her breath and hopes Gajol has guessed wrong...before she can have an answer however, the other insufferable giant woman pipes up. There were three of them now...and each seemed bigger and dumber then the last. (She of course counting her self among the 'smartest'...in her modesty)<br/><br/>Elta pushes her self up an stomps over to Janna, getting right in her face and pushing the drunk woman sharply.<span style="color: orange"><b>"Who the fuck 'er <i><span style="text-decoration: underline">you!?</span></i>"</b></span>she roars clearly annoyed.<span style="color: orange"><b>"Aside from some -expert- on demonic post ravaging mindset ."</b></span><br/>Elta did not like this woman one bit....she was the cocky asshole around THESE parts...sorta.<br/>She curls her upper lip in disgust and waves off the loudmouthed woman then runs a hand through her multicolored dreadlocks,<span style="color: orange">.<b>"Fuck it.."</b></span>She pads around in her barefeet still and groans in frustration and screams aloud,<b><span style="color: orange">"WHERE THE HOLY FUCK IS MY ARMOR!?" </span></b><br/>((Elta casts cure moderate wounds on Mirnea. And "Belligerent cleric' on Janna *giggles*))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>