<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dy2egH8.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clio Dewalt</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roaming Faire Child Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Traveling Seeker of Eldest Knowledge Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Metal Weaving Child of the Forge Invoked</strong> [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>The nymph's little binding act draws a smile from Clio that turns into a giggle at Luke's goof with words. "Bonding with bondage huh? That's a little extreme for first meetings." The grin drops from her lips and she leans back in her chair as Luke's light outburst was explained. "Acting huh? Can't say much for myself. We crafters act a part when at the faires but it's nothing like the stage or the screen." Fingers drum against the table before she gives a small sigh. "I'll raise a mug for your success though. I hear the big wigs get odd with their surveys and what's popular. Too afraid to take a chance on something that doesn't fit in their little spreadsheet nicely."<br/><br/>JD's eye roll and slight snub gets a tater tot tossed at the blonde's face before she grins. "Wrong take. One outta two is 'cause I"m only wearin' one out of two not a rating of your... plan." The scratching of the map being drawn has her leaning in but a frown curls her lips. She pauses mid word to point at Luke. "Same idea I had that your plan might not work out in the wilds unless you know a fountain or something out there?" Fingers rap against the table once more before she gives a small shrug. "Nothing I brought with me but if fists won't suffice I could cobble something together. A club or cane would be dead easy. No need for a blade since we're not wanting the guy dead."<br/><br/>The end of lunch and the group having to head out didn't bother her, satchel on her side and arms behind her back she roamed along with the others, Namira's darting off for someone she'd seen drawing a snicker from her. Slipping in front of Luke she spun around to walk backwards, head tilted at an angle. "What kind of weapon would you want? If nothing else we could probably thread some wire through a set of gloves to help your punches... Maybe something with your shoes for kicks but not sure you'd want them altered."<br/><br/>