The way of Elea's hips as she strode towards the group, the way her already short skirt lifted, threatening to reveal everything when she curtsied - they caught the attention of more than a pair of eyes! Two pairs of eyes, in fact, tracking every inch of creamy thigh as it was exposed, as though their lives depended on it. The eager-eyed young warrior, his unruly hair battered down by a cheap helm, was an obvious victim of her seductive allure. More surprising was the quiet kind-eyed priestess, whose modest chest rose slightly straining her pure white robes as she breathed in sharply and clutched her staff tightly with white knuckles. Perhaps she swung that way, or maybe she was a guy in a girl's avatar?<br/><br/>The only one unaffected by Elea's charm was the lively monk, whose china dress had leg slits too high to be entirely innocent of her own. She gave a little pout as the fighter had eyes only for Elea, and nudged him in the ribs a little harder than was strictly necessary to snap him out of his trance. "Oh! I'm sorry," he rubbed his sore side ruefully and offered his hand , "I'm Squire Juan and welcome to the Catalan Band!" The party invite from him popped up on the HUD, since he was apparently the party leader.<br/><br/>"I don't know why he insists on naming the party, it's not like it's a guild or anything," the monk rolled her eyes. She gave Elea a friendly clap on the shoulder, "Call me Ishtar!"<br/><br/>"Pirotess," the cleric whispered. Unlike the others her voice wasn't entirely natural, like it had been filtered though voice masking software.<br/><br/>"Woot, full party! We're gonna kick some goblin ass!" Squire Juan cheered. The party had already accepted a quest, which appeared on Elea's log now as well. It looked simple enough: clear out a nearby cave of goblins.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The beauty of the valley belied the monsters that lurked in the shadows. Past flowering meadows and thin groves of trees, the Catalan Band reached a cave mouth in the side of a hill. Outside were a trio of goblins on watch. Squat, bow-legged runts that only came up to waist height, their ugly heads were bald green domes. They were dressed in little more than ragged loincloths and held crude spears made of broken farm tools, sharpened and tied to long sticks.<br/><br/>Nobody was particularly stealthy, so sneaking up on the goblins was out of the question. "We got them outnumbered! Leeroy Jenkins!" With this particular warcry Squire Juan charged across the field, sword drawn and held high. The goblins squealed in surprise, but recovered and readied their spears!<br/><br/>"Wait don't just run off - damn it!" Unable to stop him in time, Ishtar rushed forward too to back him up.<br/><br/>At least Pirotess had the good sense to stay back.<br/><br/><em>What does Elea do?</em>