<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg170868#msg170868">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 21-04-2006, 22:14:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What hat exactly? A resilent hood is what we can provide, or a wide hat to protect from the sun. Or both, like some travellers wear." The man, while sleepy, is happy to provide all that the party needs.<br/>Behind his house there is a small shack with electrical generators inside, linked to all the windmills in the village.<br/>It can easily provide energy for all your E-Clips.<br/>Dawn will eventually break, and the storm will end. Cows will get chased out to the plain, though today the cowboys are most fearful and wary as the mayor is going around and telling them all about the rift.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mizrel gets a hat that fits well and since they are stating for several hours, she has her wet clothing dried. Under her robes, she wears very little. Skin tight panties and bra and soft shoes. The skimpy clothes showing her nearly nude body off very well. As she waits for her clothing to dry, she sits and checks her weapons, recharging what needs it. It wasn't until her robe was dry did she dress, ignoring the stares that anyone would give her with the air of unconcern. Nudity did not bother her at all and it shows.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg170868#msg170868">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 21-04-2006, 22:14:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When you are out and going about your bussiness, a woman in black clothing approaches Mizrel. She is very young, but already well-muscled and bearing scars and bruises from rough life. Wearing a thick and dusty coat, bit too big for her, she moves like a shadow. "Miss? I need help too. Promise it will stay a secret or let's forget about it, but i can offer a payment to make it worthwile. I am Sonia by the way."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She shrugs on her robe, sitting back in her chair and looks the woman over. Taking out a brush, she  runs it thru her hair.  "What sort of help? I'm not going to say yes without knowing something. That is not how I  stay alive."