<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Mushroom Picking (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</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>Oldwall Forest, nearing the Hunter's Shack (pictured above) | Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Naevys, Wren, Hella<br/><strong>Health Points:</strong>15/15<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'm going to hold you to it, Hella,"</strong>Selphie had said after introducing herself. That was the kind of thing the cleric liked to hear! Maybe she could get away with being a cheerleader while Hella did all the heavy lifting -<em>she</em>certainly looked the part!<br/><br/>Twig. Web. Leaf. Vine. Branch.<em>Ugh</em>. So many things were brushing up against her, snagging her clothes and tickling her skin. She hadn't liked the road, but at least it had been wide enough that she wasn't practically swimming in the local plant life. Because she was mature, she didn't complain<em>out loud</em>, but her inner dialogue was a constant stream of whining that occasionally made itself known with a low grumble from the cleric.<br/><br/>Naevys seemed to be in tune with something Selphie was not. He shushed the group and reached out to stay their step. Instead, he helped himself to an armored tit. It probably wasn't as squishy as he would have liked!<br/><br/><strong>"I'm going to let that slide, but only because you and Wren have been serenading me!"</strong>she said rather dryly.<br/><br/>Still, her eyes darted between the trees. Whatever he seemed to see, she could not. She didn't really<em>want</em>to see big, gross rats climbing in trees. She shuddered. In a world where she was used to throwing money at a problem to make it go away, she was having difficulty coping with all these new and stressful situations that<em>she</em>had to personally deal with. In response, her new coping mechanism was to ignore the problem and hope it went away.<br/><br/><strong>"Maybe it won't bother us if we don't bother it."</strong>Unbeknownst to Selphie, that phrase was in the top 5 for the list of last words an adventurer said before meeting an untimely demise.<br/><br/><strong>"How did you two become so good at limericks?"</strong>she asked conversationally, trying to change the conversation. She didn't think Hella or Wren would be so easily dissuaded. Still, she chattered away nervously, her voice just above a whisper as she became increasingly aware that<em>something</em>was out there.<br/><br/><strong>"I-- I really admired bards when I was young. The rhymes, the alliterations, the music! My mom said I had to read more to become a good bard, though."</strong>She didn't mention that she hated reading. Her mother had been an avid reader and was extremely disappointed to learn that Selphie seemed allergic to books. She was about to say more, but there was a<em>snap</em>somewhere out in the forest.<br/><br/><strong>"Did you hear that!? We should keep going!"</strong>