<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: The Usual Suspects<br/><strong>Status</strong>: normal<hr/><br/>Florica made her way down into the main room of the inn for breakfast with the others. Thankfully, she didn't seem to hold any lingering negative feelings about the rude greeting she'd received. In fact, as they neared the corporal, she couldn't help but reflect on the incident with some extent of amusement. The reaction, if nothing else, had been priceless, and she wasn't particularly bent out of shape by her traveling companions seeing her in the nude. Of course, if some random pedestrian had walked by in that moment, she may very well have had to light them on fire.<br/><br/>Once they'd all sat down, Florica was slow to start at the food, focusing more on drinking water, but before long seemed to find her appetite, digging in with gusto. She listened to the others as they spoke, though she did little to contribute unless the conversation directly required her input. Even then, her responses tended towards the curt, though not impolite, perhaps giving off an air of one who was quite capable of making small talk, but less willing. While the others seemed eager to discuss the priestess, Florica seemed more content to focus on her meal. She did, however, finally chime in to ask, "She sounds like good enough people, but is there aught we should know of her? I've encountered many a clergyman wary of some Rhennee 'witch' visiting their humble village or what have you. I would know if I'm like to encounter any such resentment or suspicion."