<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/>"Oh don't sell yourself short, you'd make a strapping young Prince" she cooed, doing a playful twirl, making sure not to slosh the water around too much, "And I'd argue there are far fewer princesses in this world that<em>aren't</em>foolish enough to tumble down a well. It's not an occupation that required a whole lot of smarts, after all..." she cooed, seeing how the real requirements for a good princess where "act proper" and "have a functioning womb", not a whole lot else was expected of them otherwise, "yeah, and the last thing that woman needs is<em>more</em>misunderstandings, Gods know she's struggling as it is" she muttered, quickly cocking her head towards Seras in a "wink" gesture.<br/><br/>Of course, just as all good things in Isma's life, things went south when a pair of men got involved, "Why are<em>you</em>in a well?...metaphorically speaking..." she shot back, shaking her limbs a bit to show off that her attire was still bone dry, "don't worry about your precious water. If I wanted to harm the citizenry I'd prefer to look em in the eyes and do it one by one" she said with casual dismissal, "Besides, everyone knows a Fool's bathwater is a valuable alchemic compound, stronger than any health potion and cures sniffles to boot. I sure as hell ain't giving that away for free" she scoffed, clearly a better businesswoman than that.<br/><br/>When the sorcerer announced a new arrival, Isma's head perked up, twirling her way around her assorted companions to get a better look at the young lad, "Came in behind us eh? Well I'm sure all the folks that died along the way would be happy to know they at least cleared the path" she mused, noting how of a large caravan of dozens of adventurers, literally<em>four</em>of them made it this far alive. This new guy must have been quite skilled to make it through on his lonesome, or perhaps was equipped with skillful cowardice. Judging by his youthful "my lord buggers me nightly" twinkishness, she'd guess the later, "wait...with the "help" of this gentleman? You're telling me you had help searching for a place and you still only found a barn infested with spiders?" she muttered, her mask almost seeming to twist into disappointed confusion, "well I suppose it's better than literally nothing...well, I guess that depends on how big the spiders are actually..." she mused, shaking her head and giving the boy a passive wave, "anyways welcome to town stranger. Don't pay us too much mind, we're just clearing out some pests around the village" she greeted, not one to assume he was here for the same reasons they were.<br/><br/>She was distracted away from the boy when she heard Vafi call to her, turning her head just in time to see the "pious" paladin striking the most salacious of poses, "Nah, I'm good, already did that once today. I'm sure Seras is happy to help you out" she muttered, the girl already mewling like a whore just from Seras wiping her off a little, she didn't need to get involved in such seedy behavior while in the presence of polite company. However as she watched the tiny warrior fuss over Vafi, Isma happened to notice one slight...positioning problem..."well, I guess I can get your hair..." she muttered, seeing how Seras was simply too short to reach up that high. With a small sigh she took the bucket and gently trickled some water over Vafi's head, letting it flow through her locks and down her back, which only further showed off her slutty frame by turning her plump ass into into a water fall. Once her hair was dampened Isma would produce a fork toothed comb and start running it through Vafi's messy locks, pausing every few passes to flick the accumulated goop off the comb, "you know with a bit of grooming you might actually start to look like a respectable paladin" Isma teased, combing through the girl's hair with surprising finesse and gentleness, "So Garry, did you have anything else to report? Because if you're just staying for the show I'm going to have to start charging admission" she mused, casting a knowing glance the sorcerer's way, her mask's smile seeming to mock him. Clearly she hadn't missed that little exchange of looks between him and Vafi, even if she hadn't commented on it then and there.<br/><br/>