<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong><br/>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  23 / 23<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Thirst</strong>:  1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr/><br/>"no? that's a shame, what about sorbet? I'm partial to blueberry flavor myself..." she cooed, her attempts at no-selling her japes earning the tiny warrior no quarry from the experienced Fool,"and angel food? pfft, please we have enough delusion in this marry band. That girl ain't no angel. And whatever dessert she is, it has plenty of nuts" she cooed, giving a throaty chuckle to her own joke.<br/><br/>With her long, slender, oh so pleasingly toned legs, it wasn't hard for Isma to close the gap between them, even further showing off the futility of ignoring her by skipping circles around the knight whilst they made their way well-ward, "Not kindness you say? I'm not quite sure I believe that, but I'll humor the notion for now. So if it wasn't an act of charity, then obviously you saw some merit in keeping me safe, even at the expense of your own flesh. Do I perhaps hold some special value to you my dear? Or are you merely preserving a potential shield to be used against a greater threat...?"  she cooed, a tinge of knowing accusation in her voice accompanying her last question, though she was quick to snap right back to her jovial facade.<br/><br/>"Either way, regardless of motivation a debt is a debt is a debt....and I've spent enough time impoverished to be wary of staying in someone's debt for too long..." she mused, now skipping along backwards so that she could stay facing the diminutive death dealer, "and of course you're not, you're obviously made of<em>steel</em>and fluff..." she teased, reach down to ruffle the girl's hair, wisely leaping back immediately after in case the woman lashed out in annoyance. Of course, as is the universal timing of Fools, the moment Isma opted to leap back was the exact moment they reached the well, Isma hitting the edge of the stone basin and toppling straight over backwards, "Ah crap baskets!" she cried, tumbling ass first into the well. Fortunately her body was long enough that she was able to catch herself from actually plummeting down just by splaying her limbs out, but it was a right embarrassing display none the less, "quick girl! go send Lassie for help! Wait, no! We just killed her! Damn our hubris!" she cried, pretending to struggle for her life.