<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</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>Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Yokun, Open<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>15/15<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><br/><strong>"I once met a man in Amberdale...<br/>Who with women thought that he couldn't fail..."</strong><br/><br/>For 30 minutes Selphie had been walking through the Forlorn Hills towards Bondor's Camp. She could finally see their caravan. She probably could have made better time, but she was exerting an unusual amount of cognitive effort to think of rhymes for a limerick. She had been so inspired by Naevys and Wren that she wanted to impress them by sharing her own, but she did not have the gift for<em>that</em>kind of gab. She was wracking her brain thinking of words that made sense, but unlike a seasoned singer, she wasn't attempting to tell a story and that made her task difficult. Stringing together a few clever turns of phrase was getting her nowhere.<br/><br/><strong>"...by Gods he was dumb; likely sucked his thumb...<br/>...he fumbled with hands as he made lame demands...<br/>...so stinky a breath that I wished for death..."</strong><br/><br/>Without inspiration, she wasn't able to move past her couplet. She thrummed her fingers in irritation against her satchel. The effort was tiresome and she resented not being immediately successful. She was close enough to the camp that she was now getting notice - a well-dressed (arguably scantily-clad) and good looking woman wandering alone in the wilderness gave the impression of<em>possibilities</em>, but the scathing glance she'd slice towards anyone who dared cat-call her while she was in such a foul mood would dissuade unwanted action under the bright mid-day sun.<br/><br/>The Cleric looked around. The poster had been straightforward and the reward of great interest. She did love a good drink! Finally, her eyes settled on a campfire at the edge of the caravan and a familiar little figure...<br/><br/><strong>"Risppt!"</strong>she called happily. She would not so easily forget the heroic actions of the Kobold and her once-dismissive attitude had warmed<em>considerably</em>since their goblin adventures together. She<em>might</em>even contemplate using her magic to heal him, though that was still greatly debatable. Just in case, she had come prepared with another healing potion, but Mabel was very stingy with them. She was still only allowed one, even though she had collected all of those stinking mushrooms!<br/><br/><strong>"What a pleasure to see you again!"</strong>she said with a charming smile as she plopped down by the fire. Boy, did her feet hurt!<strong>"You must be here-"</strong>she paused to gesture to them both, realizing she was leaving Yokun out<strong>"You both must be here for the quest?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I am Selphie, Acolyte of Casta."</strong>That wasn't<em>entirely</em>true. She was on probation for her bad behavior, but she was doing her best to get back on the Temple's good side. Some of the acolytes still whispered their ugly nick-name when they saw her, but Selphie had to be honest - cantankerous cleric was a fitting moniker and she owned it. She might have recited her entire title, but she had very quickly learned that people tuned her out when she gave obnoxiously wordy answers that included rituals and expectations that wealthy members of high society thrived on. Worse, less cultured people gave her a blank look that made her feel stupid. She didn't like that!<br/><br/><strong>"Oooh, may I?"</strong>she asked, pointing to the stew. Another thing she had learned as a member of the Hero's Guild -<em>NEVER</em>take food without asking unless you wanted an earful about how much food cost in time, effort, or money to acquire. Why did they assume she was supposed to know that? Being a member of civilized society, all she had ever needed to do was ring a bell! Why didn't they just get a bell, too?<br/><br/>Her skin crawled in remembrance of the look she had received when asking a fellow adventurer that question. It made her uncomfortable and she had learned to ask permission before making assumptions about food.