"Don't worry about it, Joree," Niada said with a small smile, glancing behind the girl to see the boys scurry off back towards the town. She'd get over there in a little bit, that dwarf wasn't going anywhere. And if he did, hell, he'd respawn. "You know I did this for you anyway. It isn't as if I need the loot and the ee-ex-pee is for dicks."<br/><br/>The gnome girl folded her arms under her cutely small breasts (White Cherry having moved the slider all the way to its lowest setting during character creation) and looked up at the elf girl. She -- Niada, that is -- wasn't what you would expect from most fantasy gnomes or the dwarves of real life, having been specifically tailored during creation to be proportionate for someone of her size, even slim. As such, she just looked like a miniature version of a hot girl, with big fierce eyes, wild hair, and some kooky claws. "Y'know, maybe when you get a couple more livvils we can party up sometime... you said you were 18 IRL rite?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>