<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Cleric<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Yokun, Open<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>15/15<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><br/>An outcast? Selphie was obnoxiously curious and wanted to hear the gossip, but there were more pressing matters to attend to with the arrival of Bondor. As he spilled more details about their quest, the cleric gave a considering look to Yokun. She had heard of the Drunken Fist Monks - they were often in stories and tales sung by bards, but she had never seen one. While the woman would never be considered top of her class, she was pretty quick for putting two and two together when it came to people. If she had to describe what a<em>drunken boxer</em>might look like, she would describe Yokun!<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to Bondor when he mentioned the blue Kobold calling herself Casta. That was sacrilege! Selphie knew she wasn't<em>quite</em>as indignant as she<em>should</em>be, but she was still butt-hurt over her scolding from Abbotryx Luellia Joybringer. Still, she mustered up enough shock and vexation to give a displeased response.<strong>"The Temple will not tolerate such blasphemous nonsense!"</strong><br/><br/><em>'And maybe putting and end to it will get me out of the doghouse!'</em>was the selfishly gleeful afterthought.<br/><br/>Risppt had already taken back his cooking items (and she had cleaned the bowl as best she could with her bread. Yum!) and was going after Bondor with follow up questions. Yokun was traveling towards their destination with a cheerful smile. Selphie was standing awkwardly inbetween, scrambling to pick up her bag and choose a direction. She decided to follow Yokun - less backtracking!<br/><br/><strong>"Calling herself Casta. What nerve! Can you believe it?"</strong>she asked conversationally with a huff. She didn't seem inclined to need an answer, because she kept on talking.<strong>"Are you a monk? Or just a drunk?"</strong>It was said with a mischievous grin to let him know it wasn't said with ill-will, but she knew it could very well be taken with offense.