<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charolette, The Deck<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Escorting Mlle. Eloise, explaining her work<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eloise<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa walked steadily with Eloise, pausing as she felt the hand brush against the skin of her belly making her flush briefly before feeling the tug at her dagger, looking to the woman and seeing the thrill in her eyes and she gave a half wicked smile raising a finger to her lips and softly shushing.. At the question she considered a moment before giving a shrug, her voice not a whisper, but just spoken softly, a much better way as it didnt have the projection a whisper had, "No, The ship offered me hire and passage in exchange for my... Profession. Kriechjagd, my Great Grandfather claimed to be an "Outsider" And said in the language of his home it meant "Creeping Hunter". He took it as name and title when he settled in our home town and began working as a guard to protect against the... Things, that would want wander among the people at night with dread intent. We watched the Mists to make sure these things would not get by. Though we also worked as guards, patrolling the streets and checking custom to make sure nobody attempted to smuggle in profane artifacts. It was thought that having someone of my calling along would be a welcome addition along to help with you and the other Ladies safety. ... Not that there is concern." She smiles reassuringly, "It is just old habits die hard.." A wicked little smile curls her lips, voice moving to the not as quiet semi-scandalous whisper as she leans in, "And it is so very helpful for when the meat is overcooked."<br/><br/>She considers a moment, her voice going quiet again, "I must admit... I have not heard these rumors... I am afraid I seem something of the gooseberry at times... I would never dare ask a Mlle. as yourself to spread gossip and rumor... But if there is something that could be of concern..." She looked to her out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>She then gave her attention to the rest of the group, "If she is like many of the alchemists and chemists... They tend to have special bottles kept studiously clean, something about contaminates spoiling their samples and solutions... Though.." she considered tilting her head, "Alcohol is suppose to keep them clean and pure..." She considered then shrugged, "Maybe hers are simply better suited for collecting samples...?"<br/><br/>She remains with Eloise, but puts most of her attention to watching the Mists and fog, free hand kept close to the dagger as she watched the surroundings for any signs of... Anything that might come forth. Or at least the best as one could in the Damned Mists. This situation made the hairs on her neck stand up... One shouldnt be out in this without a pair of muskets, good men with axes and clubs, and armor...