<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong><br/>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  25 / 25<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  0 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/>Hearing Yulia's voice grant her entry, Seras drew the door open, slipping into the room without fully opening the door.  After the time they'd spent together, the Warsworn had long ago grown accustomed to the hedge witch's habits, she knew what sight would greet her once she entered the room, and she shut out the curious gazes of any patrons before they could see anything passed the mailed warrior.<br/><br/>Familiar or not, however, Seras lingered in the entrance once the door was closed.  Short as she was, she was roughly eye level with the seated Yulia, though that wasn't where the warrior was looking.  Her gray eyes trailed along the graceful curve where her neck met her shoulder, roaming over the exposed expanse of her generous bosom, and further down to the way her waist tapered down before her full hips guided her eyes to trace over the long legs that had been tucked under her.  The light shining in through the window lit her wild blonde tresses up like gold.  She idly watched as soft, kissable lips silently sounded out words of arcane power, her eyes clear and focused on the runes scrawled in that battered old tome.  Since the two of them had started travelling together, how many times had Seras seen this same scene, the setting constantly shifting but the actor so often the same?  Still, like the sunrise in the morning, she didn't take it for granted, she watched each performance, noting the tiny permutations.  The way the light fell, if she licked her lips frequently on a given morning, whether she traced her place with a finger tip or simply moved a bookmark down ... there were signs to be marked as to her mood, if you had a mind to learn them.<br/><br/>"Yes." she answered the question simply, pushing away from the door now that her presence had been acknowledged.  "I was prepared to be disappointed; this far out on the frontier smiths tend to be more practiced at horse shoes and nails than arms.  The mage was right though, the woman knows her business."  Seras watched Yulia as she mentioned Gerald, trying to get a better read of how she felt about the fact that the group would be trucking with an accredited wizard.  She'd played flirty at the group meeting before, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.  It smelled like a power play to her, taking the dominant position from someone who'd tried to undercut her by tipping them out of their comfort zone.<br/><br/>Seras walked along the parameter of the room.  Her footfalls weren't light exactly, thirty pounds of armor kept her from being truly unobtrusive, but she moved steadily and distributed her weight to keep from stomping on the raised wooden floorboards.  The bed shifted, lifting Yulia up a bit as Seras's weight settled down on the bed behind her.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, cool steel pressing against the witch's back as Seras leaned back against her.  Small, incidental contact, but a sign that she was shifting out of 'professional' gear.  Yulia tended to see Seras with her guard down more than most, a subtle indicator that she'd stopped regarding her as an outsider or simply a client.  When a hand reached back, grasping for one of hers, it was warm and small, the gauntlet having been pulled off.<br/><br/>"The coin's getting low though."  she let that breath out in a sigh, shaking her head.  She tilted her head back to bump the back of hers, "Is the preparation going well?  I was worried that whatever was affecting this land would interfere with your channeling."