<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">***Before the party at First meeting***<br/>Azile listened to the old man talk, her agile mind filing away what he said and what he didn’t say. Cornellius was a wizard, his mind sharp and focused enough to command powerful energies and so what he didn’t say might be more important then what he did. <br/><br/>She looked over the map and noted points on the map, cul-de-sacs, off caverns and such as the others talked and expressed their views.<br/>Azile kept quiet as she listened, realizing quickly that the others were trying to impose earth values and ideals on a world where the concept of individual freedom and rights was rare. Here, now laws were medieval at best, Low, Middle and High justice prevailed and though she had never taken a life and had strove to protect the well being of people and the land here she had come to realize that one had to be willing to fight to kill……no that was wrong one had to be willing to fight to live and do what it took. She had read of the mi’raks, goblins, and realized there could be no talking with them…no discussion, they would try and take the little they had and gnaw on their bones. <br/><br/>She decided there that she if needed she would be hard one for the group the one that would kill. She would still follow her belief in treating those as she would like to be treated but she would also carry her weapons at the ready.<br/><br/>“A party sounds excellent but I do need time to rest and relearn a spell, the ones I have are for more training, I need my combat spell.”So she left and rested and mediated and took a bath.<br/><br/><br/><br/>***the party***<br/><br/>Azile arrived wearing what could almost be called tan jeans, cotton leggings with leather bindings that hugged her lithe frame and showed the shape of her rear and legs, a tight black tank top and a cotton waist length jacket of a blue that matched her eyes hung around her shoulders. Feet clad in calf boots that had a dagger on each side while around and between her feet a black furred weasel darted.<br/><br/>Azile ate properly, sipping at wine and even taking a mug of ale.{modest} Her eyes watched and noted the others and their reactions.  She laughed and blew kisses at the men, and once after an exchange of crude humor from Cornellius and others she leaned across the table to kiss Cornellius on the cheek, showing amble cleavage in the process.<br/><br/>When the elder wizard finally got up to pace and talk she listened. Finally she spoke, “it seems to me they are scared, an old earth saying comes to mind ‘they planned to catch a rabbit and got a lion instead’… I am curious as to what they found and have no problem being a ….’distraction’ for the guards…heck they might even get lucky”<br/><br/>Nodding to Madoka “I am in dahling”<br/></span>