<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong><br/>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  25 / 25<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  0 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/>Seras shook her head a bit at Isma's japery, though she couldn't quite keep a smirk off of her face at Vafi's rather ...<em>honest</em>response to the jester's sudden touch.  Poor girl, if she couldn't learn to keep a tighter reign on her reactions, she was just going to end up becomming Isma's favorite target.  She patted a mailed hand against Gerald's shoulder, trying to draw his attention away from the spectacle and back towards her.<br/><br/>"As you can see, you shouldn't take Isma's casual manhandling personally.  It's the nature of a fool to transgress." she offered with a small smile, "Though I wouldn't write off her rambling too casually.  Fools also have a talent for pointing out when you're acting the fool yourself; like recognizes like after all."<br/><br/>"If you'd be so kind as to speak to the towns folk and find us a place to bed down, I'd appreciate it.  They know you better, and you likely have a better notion of who'd be willing to put up such a colorful bunch."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seras was fairly business-like at the blacksmiths.  The first thing she did is drop her purse of coin on the front desk, openning the draw string to show the pittance of gold held within.  The Warsworn were known to pick over battlefields for discarded weapons and armor to help arm their ranks, in some corners that got them labelled as thieves with an eye for weaponry.  Seras wanted to establish herself as a paying customer right from the outset.<br/><br/>Her axe was mighty, true, but she needed room to swing it.  There was a flat, dead eye in her look as Seras turned a knife over in her hands, lightly pressing her thumb to one edge to test its sharpness.  The first weapon she'd ever held was a knife after all.  She remembered her elders holding the armored man down as they told her where to stab, how to get under the plate and through the mail.  Tiny children's fingers had wrapped around the grip with white-knuckle tightness back then.  A few years later, she'd been the one pinning a man down with the haft of her axe as she passed the same knowledge down to a dirty young boy with a mop of blonde hair and his sister with one eye.<br/><br/>"Where do you get the steel for your craft?" she asked idly, wondering if there were mines along the edges of the valley or if the blacksmith was reliant on the road her party had trekked down for materials.  She slid the coin across the desk and the knife found a home on her belt.<br/><br/>She didn't stop at one blade though.  She bought a brace of three smaller knives as well, winding the sheathes in a bandolier over her chest.  She was no ranged specialist, but there was always the risk of creatures menacing her from beyond the reach of her axe.  She had to be flexible if she was going to survive this place ... if she was going to protect Yulia.<br/><br/>Once her business with the blacksmith was done, it didn't take her long to find the apothecary.  She looked at the poulstices and herbal ointments on display with a careful eye, before she'd ever been trusted to a battlefield the camp had made use of her by teaching her to bind wounds and maintain arms and armor after all, but she sighed as she considered the coin in her purse.  She settled for some rolls of clean bandages for the moment, and good tough thread to make sutures from if necessary.  She tucked them into an empty pocket along the side of her backpack, where she knew she'd be able to get to them quickly if necessary.<br/><br/>The shopping done, Seras began to trek back towards the Inn to check on Yulia.  It was one of the few private places the party had access to for the time being.  Where else was the witch likely to be making her preparations for the day?<br/><br/><em><strong>-2 Coins for a Dagger (hand, 1 weight)<br/>-3 Coins for Throwing Knife x3 (thrown, near, 0 weight)<br/>-5 Coins for Bandages (3 uses, slow, 0 weight)<br/><br/>12 coins remain</strong></em><br/>