<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Willa3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> That’s a Big Rat</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Wilhelmina Delphinium Markwell  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890294#msg15890294)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human, Alchemical Healer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Temple of Casta, Basement Door | W1D2 Castalin - Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Merry, Jasper, Alyssa, Abbotryx<br/><hr/>Wilhelmina Markwell had been trying for weeks to get her hands on a sample of the healing waters of the Temple of Casta, but her inquiries had been rebuffed by the acolytes and the Abbotryx every time.  So, when the opportunity to gain access via what appeared to be a simple rat-catching job had materialized, she jumped at the chance. She wasn’t sure the Abbotryx had been happy to see her smiling face when she met the rest of her companions in front of the Temple, but she hadn’t been turned away.  Persistence!<br/>Wilhelmina had been the first person to arrive.  There was no better first impression than punctuality, and Wilhelmina knew the value of a first impression.  Her red dress, cut to resemble a cross between a military professional and a healing acolyte, was clean, its lapels crisp and buttons shiny.  The brass fittings on her syringes and metal surgical instruments were polished and gleamed in the mid-morning sun.  As her new companions arrived, each was presented with a small rectangle of heavy cardstock.  On the card in gold filigreed script were the words:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Wilhelmina Delphinium Markwell<br/>Combat Medic and Purveyor of Healing Elixirs <br/>For services, inquire at<br/>Potions Galore and Magical Sundries, Amberdale</span></div><br/>Unlike Alyssa, Wilhelmina was perfectly professional.  Did she note the sway of Luellia’s hips, how Merry jiggled quite delightfully as she walked, how Alyssa’s muscles ripped for no fucking reason whatsoever and how stupidly ripped Jasper was? Yes!  She was a professional.  She wasn’t dead.  However, this was a job, and Wilhelmina had an agenda.  Perhaps after the work was complete, she would indulge in wild fantasies about her new companions and/or clients. Still, for now, she was all about the work.  Seriously though.  Was everyone in Amberdale so entirely desirable?  She was beginning to think so.<br/><br/>“We will take care of the problem, Abbotryx Luellia.  You have my word as a professional.  I will keep them safe while they take care of your rodent issues.” Wilhelmina assured the sultry Abbotryx who’s eyes narrowed a little.  “And perhaps we can discuss my previous inquiry when we return.” She suggested putting on her most confident and gleaming smile.  Wilhelmina was undoubtedly confident in her salesmanship and business acumen.<br/><br/>“Perhaps,” The Abbotryx replied non-commital.<br/><br/>“Excellent!” Wilhelmina said, spinning on her heel, her short skirt flaring just enough to sneak a peak of lacey underthings if the Abbotryx or anyone else was so inclined.   She paused at the open door and gave a sweeping gesture towards the opening.<br/><br/>“I will be right behind you.” She offered her companions an assured grin.<br/>