<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong><br/>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  21 / 25<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/>"Ha." Seras responded with a wry grin, "If I<em>were</em>lucky enough to stumble across a princess foolish enough to tumble into a well, at best what I'd get is a purse of silver from her father and a strongly worded 'suggestion' that I get the hell off his land."<br/><br/>Seras took a moment to pull off her gauntlet and push back her mail, cleaning and binding the shallow wound in her arm.  Examining it, she was confident that she'd be fine by morning.  She went through the motions with practiced ease, having helped tend injuries since even before she was allowed to drill with the weapons.<br/><br/>"Yeah." she nodded, securing the gauntlet back in place, opening and closing her hand to make sure it was snug, she hauled up the bucket and started back the way she'd come.  "You're probably right.  Given the company we left her in, that'd mean ghost molestation.  Invisible, intangible harassment could lead to ...<em>further</em>misunderstandings." she added, sticking out her tongue.<br/><br/>Hustling back through the town, she raised her axe in greeting as she circled around the hill, calling out.<br/><br/>"VAFI!  You okay back here!?"