Maria watched with more than a little envy as Dottie did her impressive work on the orc's axe. She might have had her reservations earlier, but she knew now that their forward dwarf was very much the real deal, and there was a certain comfort to be taken in that. Still, it left her somewhat at a loss. Pyrothurgy was a complex and oftentimes dangerous art, and her enchanting skills were decently up to snuff but not nearly to the level of expertise that Dottie clearly possessed with working metal and blade. It was the stunted shriveled envy one felt when they knew they had nothing truly to be envious of.<br/><br/>It was an emotion that, like so many negative feelings, was improved by burning things.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Ah yes we're not quite all accounted for."</span>She made her token objection in a flat tone as Igney began to break the door down. She rose back to her feet, body framed in firelight, and strolled boldly over to him as he completed his spell, clapping him on the shoulder.<br/><br/>As she did, a feeling of utter peaceful bliss and love washed over her. Before she had wanted to jump Igney's bones (And Grummush's for good measure) but now she practically wanted to kiss him...the wholesome an honest way more than her usual rigorous tonsil examination with her own tongue. It faded, after a fashion, but not before Maria had leaned onto him more than a little.<span style="color: #b30000">"Mmmm can't wait to start investigating."</span>She smiled at him<span style="color: #b30000">"see what manner of things are down there to be burned."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>