<strong>Yulia of Pendle</strong><br/>The<del>Wizard</del>Witch - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16/16<br/><strong>XP:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>None<br/><hr/>The cool metal on her bare skin made Yulia shiver, but she didn't flinch from it, leaning back against Seras with a sigh.  "Haven't had any problems.  There's not much real magic to this part, anyway."  It wasn't untrue as much as it was so far off the mark as to mean nothing, but for someone with no training in the art, like Seras, it was enough to get by.  "Anyway, I was just finishing up."  With no small regret that they couldn't both stay and get comfortable, she closed her book and left the bed behind, retrieving her dress.  "As far as his wizardly shininess Gerald goes," she said as she threw the garment on over her head with no smallclothes, "I'll be counting on you to slap me if I start running my mouth too much.  Last thing either of us needs is witch hunters hounding us back to the capital if he gets any ideas."  It wasn't hard for Seras to recognize the admission of possible fault on her part as something almost unheard-of from the witch.<br/><br/>Dressed as ever, Yulia slung a sturdy, well-worn satchel over her shoulder, packed with a few select tools--nine tenths of the craft was having the foresight to have the right thing in one's pockets at need.  "Shall we go see if the fool and the jangly one have fallen into any open graves?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Yulia was a girl, the other children had loved to play at scaring each other with stories of things climbing up out of graveyards to feed on the flesh of the living.  Even then, Yulia had never understood what about cemeteries was supposed to be so unsettling.  The dead might not have been as pretty as the living, but at least they never cursed at her or chased her or beat her.  Still, she kept her ears well open as she and Seras headed up the hill, careful not to outpace the shorter-legged warsworn.  Even if the most likely explanation for the village's graveyard spooks were simply wild animals, or perhaps an especially desperate and foolish grave robber, it was hardly wise to be caught unawares by suchlike.<br/><br/>The sound of repeated open-handed slapping and grunts of angry exertion were the last things she expected to hear.<br/><br/>She gave Seras a sidelong glance as they approached the hilltop, rolling her eyes.  The sight that met them among the headstones reminded her of her childhood in ways she'd rather have avoided.  "You know, if you two only came up here to fuck, you could've told us.  We might've taken some time of our own before joining you."