<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/>Selphie's legs hurt, but she didn't say as much. She now understood what<em>45 degree angled hill</em>meant and boy was she winded! She waved a hand, trying her best not to seem so out of breath.<strong>"If the path was hidden, it might not be guarded. Maybe they think no one will have had the skill to find it."</strong>It was a hopeful sort of logic that was likely a large reason so many adventurers died young.<strong>"C'mon now. I'm ready for the downhill part of this quest to start. By Casta's tits, does this hill even end?"</strong>She grumbled and trudged past - she didn't even bother with stealth. Great, now it was windy, too! What a miserable day. She didn't get far before she realized there were rudimentary buildings up ahead. Should she duck? Get off the path? How many Kobolds did they think were around these parts? The acolyte didn't know what to do, so she just kept walking forward. Risppt and Yokun would save her if there was danger.<br/><br/>...right?