High above, Delia spied what appeared to be some sort of pedal-powered contraption strapped to the lower half of a hot-air balloon.  In it a woman clad in leather wearing thick goggles seemed to navigate the scene from above.  It looked like she was trying to set down towards the town, perhaps the only spot besides the manor with enough of a clearing to do so.  Still, she was either in cahoots with Lactus--or grave danger.<br/><br/>Delia's blade dispatched both her foes with ease, but not without taking injury herself--she was hurt, tired, and drained.  The satyr's corpses lay limp on the pavers, but the cultists had just exited the manor's grounds and were looking at her blood-slicked blade as she stood over the creatures.  They were clearly incensed at her 'crime,' but had not yet formed up in enough numbers--just four of them--to confidently charge her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Delia Corbeanu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thumb.ibb.co/fuc8Ro/30fbd43781f5d2d5f0e51e696e63b06a_gothic_fantasy_art_fantasy_women.jpg) (https://ibb.co/fuc8Ro)<br/>Health: 1/4<br/>Pleasure: 3/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: N<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 0/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 0/2<br/>(gaia): 3<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 0/3<br/>(corruption): 1<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>