<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://orokos.com/roll/m-masterful</div></div></div><br/><br/>Among the solemn, businesslike faces that gather in the inn to meet in the morning,  the blonde-haired oracle looks completely out of place as she gives a wide (and almost naive-looking) grin to her companions as they wait for Lyla to begin. It's clear that Eiyre's excitement at being in Kajaani goes far beyond the possible payday to be had, although what other benefit there is to be had from such a job is anyone's guess. And when Lyla tells the party that the townsfolk are all happy to sees them, Eiyre beams like a child being given a present, swallowing the lie hook, line, and sinker. People looking for fun and enjoyment had always come to watch her dance, so why shouldn't her presence cheer up the citizens here as well?<br/><br/>She merrily prances along with the group as they make the short trip to the mayor's office, giving off nowhere near the air of having seen as much combat experience as the state of her slightly battered armor would imply. This impression is further helped along by the bits of brightly colored fabric which are visible between the gaps in her armor, no doubt indicating the clothing worn underneath is much more suitable for a carefree entertainer and not at all for a dedicated combatant. As they walk, Eiyre attempts to strike up conversation with her new companions, but given their largely serious demeanor these attempts don't last very long.<br/><br/>It isn't until Sir Moss begins explaining their job to them that something begins to truly feel off about Eiyre's lighthearted exterior. When she smiles it looks like the most endearing and sincere display of happiness, but she often does so at the most inappropriate of times. While she seems appropriately concerned when the abducted children are mentioned, at the news of the gold bonus for killing all the cultists her face lights up like Christmas tree. Based on the slightly crazed glint in her eyes, it isn't just the gold she's excited about.<br/><br/>"It truly would be a shame if anything should happen to these children," she chimes in as the others begin discussing their plans. "I mean, after all, they're so young and it would be a shame if they should pass before they've come to realize their true potential. But the cultists, on the other hand. Surely such an act makes their lives forfeit, as you say. It would be such a waste to leave any of them alive. I do have to agree with the big guy that doing things completely unseen may be an issue, but perhaps if we could use these paths to get ourselves into a position to keep these guards from notifying the rest of the cult?"