((Sorry this is hardly the best post I've ever put forth! x3 Gotta get back into the OOMPH! ))<br/><br/>For the most part, Delia says out of the 'limelight' as it were, simply working with merchants on getting the best price possible for the cargo. She seems to be a surprisingly skilled negotiator, though there was little surprise in that matter, and more than once she used her innate charisma to get a merchant to inch his offer just a little bit higher until she was satsified. When negotiations are finally finished, she tends to stick to the shade when the opportunity allows. It wasn't that she hated the sun - far from it, she enjoyed it quite a bit, and it didn't hurt her eyes as some might guess from her more infernal nature. It could have very well just been a certain self-consciousness about her appearance. She looked bedraggled, and though she was still stunning, there was...well, alot of things that could have been BETTER. A night in a sweaty bed had done her no favors, nor had being caged up in the church's dungeon, only to be cage up AGAIN aboard a ship for who knows how long. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and her best efforts to fix it with her fingers just met with tangles and split ends. Eventually, she seems to have had enough of it, and resorts to magic to clean herself up a little bit, though it was a far cry from a warm bath and some time spent in front of a mirror.<br/><br/>Despite her apparent distress at being 'less than perfect', it was clear to see her mood was not sour by any means. True, the delicious soul of that tasty mage might have eluded her, but the FEELING of being so full of something worth eating after so long was a delight in and of itself, and more than once as negotiations continue, she takes time to just...stroke her full stomach, listening to it burble and blorp contentedly as it continued to transition the mage from a meaty lump into a meaty stew, and started to flush all those delicious nutrients ever-deeper into her body. True, she loved all manner of cuisine, but even the most delicious roast or pristine steak could not compare to a person in any sense of the word, and that is even without the delicious soul getting forever trapped in her body, or consumed to further fuel her magic.<br/><br/>With negotiations complete, Delia spends the remainder of her time working tirelessly on her armor. It clear that 'smithing' is not exactly something she's terribly skilled at, but her magic is more than enough to make some minor modifications to her armor and clothing, namely 'snugging it up' around her body a bit and just...making it hug her curves in just the right way to allow for maximum 'eyecandy' whilst not lessing it's protective value. Her clothing comes next, and that proves to be all too simple. Tightening up and lengthening her boots to just above her knees, snugging up her clothing, and exposing just enough flesh (especially around her thighs) to tempt onlookers to let their eyes wander. Who knew whether it was for comfort or simply for 'distraction value', but Delia finally seems satisfied, and though it takes some effort for her to shuffle her wings enough to get into her new clothing, she seems quite happy when it's finally done. Her whip, she coils up at her side, and her bow, she actually passes to Darius with a little grin and a wink "Just a little something to tide you over until your own weapons are ready."<br/><br/>For the remainder of the 'unload and sell', she just contents herself to watching, offering no hand in any of the more physical labor. Clearly 'physical effort' when it was not in her repertoire.<br/><br/>***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>"Ahhhh....THIS is more like it!" Delia mumbles around a mouthful of sushi, chewing thoughtfully before finally swallowing. Despite having just eaten the day before (and only recently disposed of the rest of 'access weight' from her passenger), she'd tucked into the food with all due vigor and enthusiasm, though she seems quite content to stick to the more meaty offerings, only taking a few nibbles of various types of fruit here and there. Mona's comment draws a little grin from the succubus, and she snakes her tail beneath the table to give the firey (literally) red-head a little swat on the thigh "...I can tell I'm going to like you, Mona. Really, can you blame them? I rock these pants. Always had a penchant for leather..." She says without even a hint of humility, her wings shuffling noisily on her back as she takes another bite if sushi, chewing thoughtfully and washing it down with a long pull from her glass of wine "Mmm. As for this 'temple'...I'll believe it when I see it." Her enthusiasm is muted, though there's a certain...strained excitement in her voice, as if she were trying to keep her tone even and failing just slightly "Though, I mean....if we're going to look into this, it'd be alot easier to do so if we caused a smidge of chaos, right? Stir things up around here, off a few notable merchants, 'spread the wealth', indebt some people to us...and use that ensuing chaos to make our way to the temple without further molestation. I mean, I kinda wanna look into it, but it could just be some kinda silly legend too..."<br/><br/>The sight of the roast board makes Delia's red eyes briefly glow in excitement, and she hurriedly grabs her silverware. Hardly has it been set down before she's digging in, talking around mouthfuls without the slightest hint of decorum "Mmph...besides...Chira needs her armor. Xarius has a bow bein' made. Might be best to do things around town until that's done, stir things up, then we can head to the temple when we're....properly accessorized? S'my vote. Mmm, this is delicious...!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>((Delia gives Xarius her bow and arrows so he can have something to shoot with until the time comes he gets his own goodies!))<br/><br/>((Also making a Bardic Knowledge check<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/551943">Knowledges!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>To see if Delia knows anything of note about people in this place, opportunities, or suitable 'marks' to cause a little trouble! Also, who might be 'ticked off' if we end up destroying some merchants/nobles/etc. Can't make too many direct enemies...!))