<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/>Seras screwed her face up a bit, tilting her head to the side in a fashion that quite clearly said "What the heck is a 'sorbet'?" even if she didn't open her mouth.  Still, she sighed a bit when Isma mentioned a debt between the two of them, expressing the kind of quiet exasperation one might have for a child who can't come to grips with something that seems obvious to their parent.<br/><br/>The head pat, apparently, crossed some line as Seras let fly a mailed punch with her free hand, the shot looking for the soft spot just under Isma's ribs.  The fool skipped back, her long legs letting her casually dart outside of Seras's short reach.  Of course, with a flash of color and  jingle of bells, the scarlet jester tumbled backwards into the town's well.  Seras rushed forward, leaning over the edge of the well and looking down inside, her head haloed by the morning sun as she peered down into the darkness.  Sure enough, the leering face of Isma's mask looked back at her, shining out of the darkness as it caught the light from above.<br/><br/>"I<em>am</em>a lassie." Seras grumped, puffing her cheeks out and apparently missing Isma's joke.  "Just hang on a second."<br/><br/>Seras looked around the well for a moment until she found what she was looking for, a wooden bucket at the end of a rope.  As she picked it up, she considered simply throwing it down the hole and letting Isma work things out for herself.  Ultimately, however, she chose to lower it down, letting the rope slip carefully through her hands and tightening her grip periodically to keep it from falling with much force.<br/><br/>"If I have to spell it out, I will." Seras said, bracing her boot against the well and waiting for Isma's weight to settle on the rope, "We're a party.  You don't owe me anything, because my efforts are compensated by the rewards we earn as a group.  I look after your health because another axe on my side is greater security in the fray.  I don't keep<em>score</em>because the degree of compensation isn't affected by performance ... rear guard is an important precaution, even if we're not attacked from behind, and I don't want to risk the whole group by disincentivizing less glorious tasks."<br/><br/>Seras grunted and pulled on the rope, wrapping the slack around her arm before reaching for the next handhold and pulling Isma back up towards the surface.<br/><br/>"I trusted my armor to protect me, and you were busy destroying the corpse.  That's it." she grunted again, hauling back.