<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong><br/>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  23 / 23<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Thirst</strong>:  1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr/><br/>Isma chuckled as she looked up at the light framed warrior, peering down through the darkness of the well, "heh, absolutely radiant..." she mused, though let the remark linger without further explanation, "You know, as much as I'd love to just hang around and explain the finer points of my jokes, I do believe a bit of assistance would be much more appreciated" she called up, shaking her head at the tiny knight's adorable pouts, "will do" she muttered back when told to "hang on", as if she could do anything else.<br/><br/>Grabbing the offered rope and bucket, Isma began her assisted scale back up the well, listening to Seras's pragmatic and calculated explanation. Of course while the knightling was happy to wave her actions off as mere practicality, the foppish fool wasn't going to let her get away with it that easily, popping her head up out of the well with a little twinkle in her eye...probably, "That might be the most romantic thing someone's ever said to me" she cooed, the sad part being that she wasn't even lying. Climbing out of the well she hopped forward and leaned in to place a smooch on Seras's forehead...well, a rough mimicry of it at least as Seras would just feel the smooth edges of the mask's mouth press against her skin, "Mwuah, my little hero. This is the second time you've saved me now. If I was a princess we'd be wed two times over already..." she mused, holding up the bucket that had been the instrument of her salvation, filled to the brim with water, "anyways, we got what we came for, better get back before Vafi finds a way to get herself molested again"