<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pansy Applebottom<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Thief<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall 9, 577 CY | Morning<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk | Highway Gate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taavia; All<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>Implied sexy times<br/><hr/><br/>It had taken some convincing to get her to agree to forsake the warmth and comfort of the bed - not to mention the pleasures of Taavia's company in it.  In fact, she'd insisted upon delaying their departure for another full half hour, until they'd properly greeted the morning and one another, but she blamed the dwarf for that.  After all, who'd decided it was a good idea to wake her in such a manner?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The trip was entirely too uneventful and lacking in taverns and merriment for her liking, but nights sharing Taavia's tent and days spent regaling the party with tales of derring-do that were<em>mostly</em>true made the trip bearable.  Still, the sight of Greyhawk set her to smiling wide and quickened her pace, so that she was fairly flushed when they reached the city proper.<br/><br/>Taavia's comments bring a pout to her lips and she huffs, hands smoothing over the thin leather vest she wore atop her loose linen blouse.  "Hey!  I'm as professional as they come, woman.  There's many a drink you've drunk bought on the fruits of my considerable labors."  She sniffs, feigning offense, and then squints at the brightly-cloaked mages.<br/><br/>The male gets more attention than his dour companion, either because he seemed more personable, or because of their common race it's impossible to tell.  She glances up at the excessively tall members of their group and shrugs.  "I see no reason not to follow them.  The gnome seems especially trustworthy."