<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/boLCy8A.jpg)</div>Gerald was found walking down the street, swiveling his head side to side in search.  A man trailed after him as he conducted his search.  He perked up after spotting the three women.  Robes rustling, he hurried over to the three in the middle of their shenanigans.  A white brow rose in confusion<br/><br/>"Hello Seras... Why is Isma in the well?"  He asked, glancing to the well. The jester crawled out like a nightmare fresh from Hell's maw.  Gerald turned back to Seras. "I don't think the city cares for you poisoning the drinking water."<br/><br/>Squinting, he saw the distressed Vafi.  His cheeks turned a hue of rosy red at seeing her goo covered and in distress.  His eyes turn aside to avoid gawking.  The bucket of water won't have had much effect, a bath and scrubbing will need to clean off the ghostly disaster that has detonated on the poor paladin.  Help from a 3rd party is advised.<br/><br/>"Looks like you were successful.  To a degree.  I have as well.  I had managed to get a base of operations as you requested with the help of this gentlemen here.  He identified him as an adventurer coming into town, must have not been that much longer behind you when you all first arrived.  Anyways, back to the base.  I managed to scout a barn that my friend here managed to negotiate for cheap.  A coin a week from this farmer.  Beats the inn rates for now.  He mentioned something about spiders though."  Gerald explained, a little stuck in his own head re-accounting the tale.<br/><br/>He glanced back to<strong>Emon</strong>and gestured.  "I'd introduce you to Seras here, but your name slipped my mind.  Your name was...?"