<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br/>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br/><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br/>Location - Dancing Dryad Inn</div><br/><br/>Leading the way towards the inn, her shining armor and pink flesh soaking with rain water and her thigh high boots covered in wet mud, Alice walked ahead of her companion.  Of course, Trakas was dry and comfortable...as he always seemed to be.  The only reason she did not simply buy a similar cloak to his was purely out of pride at this point.  Being wet was more favorable to the proud girl than being proven wrong.  Already she was looking forward to the chance of being inside next to a fire...things could only get better with a proper bath!  Of course...it a town of this size clean bathing was usually not all that enjoyable so no doubt she'd have to find a hot spring or something later.  Regardless, at least being out of the rain would be better.<br/><br/>She glanced over her armored shoulder as Trakas spoke up to her, informing the eager paladin about Lethiel.  She rose an eyebrow in annoyance as he criticized her about being over eager, even causing a light blush to appear on her usually stoic face.  This was not the first time he had said such things nor would it be the last more than likely.  Regardless, he was a Druid after all...and druids had a way of being right..something that annoyed her.  She didn't address his criticism, but did respond,<strong>"Ah..well then lets go looking for this Ms. Loreweaver then.  Perhaps we can even get her to accompany us if she proves to be worthwhile."</strong>She nearly laughed at the thought that the cult was in the so called Tomb of Horrors...certainly Trakas didn't actually think the place existed..did he?<br/><br/>Overall, she rather enjoyed working with the Druid and his tall reptilian companion.  At first of course she had been rather untrusting, if not afraid, of the beast.  But over time she had come to accept him and had even come to pet him affectionately on the rare occasion.  However, seeing such a thing tear an enemy limb from limb did keep doubt in her mind still about Roland's...affections.  As for Trakas, despite the face that he always seemed to be telling her what was best for her...enchanted traveling cloaks...actually reading ads all the way through...she did enjoy working with him.  They got along well, even joked quite commonly.  But their friendship had never developed into anything 'more'..at least not to her.  She prided herself as a stoic member of the paladin order and would never resort to admitting that she more than liked any male..regardless of how handsome or smart he was.  Perverted thoughts had gone through her mind many times in the past few weeks, but of course she had simply put them down and reminded herself what she was.<br/><br/>As Trakas held open the wooden door for her to walk in the girl offered him a smile of thanks before doing just that.  Once inside the Dancing Dryad Inn and Tavern, she glanced around the rather dirty looking place.  Not seeing any respectable looking women around that might be Ms. Loreweaver, Alice resorted to the next best source of information.  Stepping up to the counter and leaving Trakas behind once more, the Human female eyed the fat barkeeper in order to get his attention.  At this point she was still dripping water and bringing in mud..but she didn't seem to even notice.  After offering the innkeeper a few polite smiles and flirty head motions she was able to obtain the information she desired.  Turning to look at Trakas again, the girl motioned to the steps that would lead up to the actual rooms.<br/><br/>The paladin girl waited for Trakas to join her at the base of the steps before she filled him in on what she had learned from the innkeeper.<strong>"Right..so turns out this Ms. Loreweaver has a room rented upstairs.  What's more...word is she's a Grey Elf.  Let's go pay her a visit shall we and see if she can tell us where to look?"</strong>Alice led the way up the creaky wooden steps.  Of course, the slope of the stairs was such that the Druid might have a good chance to glance up her short blue skirt, though Alice of course had not meant for her round rear and purple underwear to be on display.  As she approached the door which the innkeeper had directed her to, she glanced once more back to Trakas before knocking on the wooden door to the private room loudly,<strong>"Ms. Loreweaver?  We're here about the quest ad...are you in there?"</strong>