<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/>It was always a relief to have a proper room at an inn; too often, Yulia had had to make do with a spot on the floor by the hearth, surrounded by the snoring of her fellow penniless drifters.  Not that such close arrangements didn't present their own opportunities, if the right person was present, but such fun could just as often turn out to be more trouble than it was worth, if someone else complained.  Considering how the snoring of other caravaners tended to keep her up, Yulia supposed she couldn't begrudge such objections--after all, she wasn't in the habit of being quiet.<br/><br/>No, a private room was the best thing for all concerned.  If nothing else, it allowed Yulia some peace and quiet when she needed to get in the right state for her craft.<br/><br/>She was sitting cross-legged in the center of her bed when the knock on the door came, a familiar heavy, leatherbound book spread open in front of her.  "Come in," Yulia answered, not looking up from her page--the pattern of taps told her it was one of the group.  While she still didn't look up as the door opened, she recognized the footfalls as Seras'.  As she preferred to be when possible while readying her spells, she was naked, her dress tossed over the back of the chair by her bed; she'd always found her focus much freer without such distractions as fabric against her body.  Mouth moving silently, she slowly turned over the page, one finger hovering over a particular line on the next, written in a language few outside Icaria had ever heard spoken aloud.  "Find everything?" she asked aloud at a pause, still not looking up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not meaning any pressure for intimacy in this scene--Yulia's state is just a fluff detail.</div></div>