<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/021/776/701/large/anna-elizabeth-astrid2.jpg?1572906977)</div>Remembering Kitty's offer to the Elven woman, Pharli followed the sound of gentle splashing and low conversation to the bath. The owner of Dry Gulch had extended the offer of private bathing to any woman who had been outside to witness the slavers being taken down and it was there, as she entered, that she glimpsed not only the elf who took down the riders and spoke near perfect Orc, but two other women whom she had briefly seen in the chaos. Instead of undressing, she stood at the edge uncomfortably. "<strong>I hope I am not intruding</strong>."<br/><br/>Reaching down to pull up the legs of her pants, she settled down against the cool floor and dipped her tan legs into the chill of the water. She was not keen on exposing herself to the group but was determined to recruit them so that she may accomplish her new quest. She arrived just in time to hear Kitty speak of a curse plaguing the land, to which Pharli had a sudden sense of clarity. This was bigger than just getting scales from Scorpions. This was what she came her for. "<strong>Do you know what or who is causing this curse?</strong>"<br/><br/>It seemed the bigger picture benefitted all the women in their goals. The Badlands was the key. "<strong>If we want to make significant changes to Nowhere, then going alone would be fruitless. I came here because I want to make a difference and I need a team at my side to help me. You three were outside, in-between the Hobgoblins and the Orcs. You are strong, clever and, from what I saw, capable enough to aid me in my quests</strong>."