<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PTAUscZ.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Largya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14063450#msg14063450)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Jovial<br/><strong>Frog-level:</strong>High<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>Endless opportunity. Those were just two words Largya greatly enjoyed going with one another. And she was already a fan of the latter of those two by itself! "Hoh.. hooh. Execution by sword or rope. I be glad I've chosen the path of merchant and not one of theft and banditry." She mused, on a second read-over of the Charter, leaving it to whoever else wanted a(nother) read over it as well, while lying unashamed. She wondered if truly all bandits had to be put to death. One could make so much more use of people rather than simply executing them. Already, these lands promised such<em>potential.</em><br/><br/>She looked left and right, over the main gate, leaning up to the wooden defenses of the fort and knocing on it, rubbing over it with her hand to test the woods quality, nodding, satisfied apparently, before continuing on, various vials and liquids softly clanking and bobbling as she hurried back to the path.<br/>"Oh, oho, do I smell a stew? What warm a welcome, literally, I must say. I quite like it here already." She enthused, a hungry look grazing over to the ladies cooking. Jeweled rings on green hands clanking together as she clasped her hand, unashamed to take a testing sip with a spoon, but quick to hide her hunger when Oleg arrived.<br/><br/>"Ohoho, good man." She enthused, leaving others to ask just what help they could provide. "Look at me, look at us, I, for my part, don't really align with Restov, societal wise. Traveling merchant and alchemist, Largya by name. Have you need of a potion to aid those weary old muscles and help your work? I have potions, pills and ointments for all manners of ills and can prepare more given the resources." She bowed subtly. This seemed the kind of man to offer a hand to for a honest handshake, but, considering her nature, this was out of the question.<br/><br/>She then turned to look over who had arrived with her. "Hoh. Has everyone arrived healthily? What do you think, it's a lovely fort, good situated, well built -bearing some repairs-, A little dry for my taste, but I'm sure there's a nice swamp around here if you just look about. But what could we ask for more, a new life, new opportunities, welcoming cooking. Why, if they have a few flowers for my potions and a moist cellar for my alchemy, I'd be amiss to call it a piece of heaven!" She enthused, clapping her hands, but hushing to let others talk. By speaking up quickly, she just hoped to make sure their meeting was percieved benevolently. You had to befriend the locals, after all.