<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<br/><strong>Health Points:</strong>15/15<br/><br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/>What was that noise? It was getting louder and while Selphie wanted to be dramatic and think of it as the ominous backtrack that signaled her pending doom, the rhythm was just too... cheerful. The tension in her shoulders started to dissipate as the musical mystery came closer. The hollow<em>thunking</em>of something metallic being thwacked and the strumming of some stringed instrument had completely caught the cleric's attention and instead of trudging, she was finding a little pep in her step. Eventually, she could hear words - muffled as they may be in the distance, it was still exciting! Selphie picked up her pace, eager for any type of contact in the foreboding wood. Finally, she saw two figures round a corner.<br/><br/><strong>"I am trufflehunting!"</strong>Selphie replied happily.<strong>"You must be Naevys and Wren! I'm Selphie."</strong>She grabbed her skirt and offered the smallest of curtsies and the biggest of smiles.<strong>"I was so happy to hear your music! I thought I'd be wandering out here past sunset looking for my fellow adventurers,"</strong>she said with some irritation.<strong>"I'm not looking forward to looking for magic mushrooms in the dark, but Mabel says they glow so how hard can it be?"</strong>Truthfully, it wasn't the picking of mushrooms that was the hard part. It was the avoiding of all the not-so-nice creatures that came out during the night! Selphie gave a look at her two companions. They didn't seem particularly muscley.<br/><br/>Then again, neither had Risppt, and he had turned out to be quite the stud.<br/><br/>Although Selphie often judged a book by her cover, it seemed as if her time spent laboring amongst the common people were starting to pay off. She didn't immediately write Naevys and Wren off as a bard and a cook - surely, they had<em>some</em>potential that made them grand adventurers! And if not, Selphie thought she could at least outrun them if push came to shove. Her own lack of skills never even crossed her mind.<br/><br/><strong>"Mabel gave me a picture. Here."</strong>The cleric rummaged through her bag and pulled out a scroll. She rolled it down just enough so the picture could be seen; the red and white toadstool was common enough, but they were looking for matango mushrooms which could only be told apart during night time due to their faint glow.<strong>"She said to pick as many as we could, but she needed at least four for some concoction. Have either of you ever picked them before?"</strong>