<strong>"Kirsta," </strong>the blonde said, setting the knife down as Zerxel introduced herself,<strong>"I'm sorry, I'm not racist against your people or anything.  I just never got to meet you or her.  If I can be honest, I only ever saw you in the training yards and I didn't even know your name till about two months ago."</strong><br/><br/>She leaned back in the chair and it seemed obvious that she was exhausted.  It was too soon into the dungeon for her to be tired, maybe she was under the effect of some spell.  The blonde kept talking,<strong>"So I convinced my opponent to let me take the first teleporter pad, but they betrayed me, and after opening two treasure chests, attacked me and beat me near to death.  Then when I woke up I had been fully healed, and took no chances, I attacked a fellow bunk mate that had appeared and got into the dungeon asap.  I hope that doesn't hurt my chances with the paladin.  Who are you going for?"</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel listened as the blonde spoke, but had pulled out the nipple rings and began using mage sight to attempt to discern their function.  Unfortunately she was only very lightly trained in the arts, and her examination was limited.  There were spells of magical protection laid upon them, but also of alteration.  She couldn't be sure what they would do without trying them on herself, but she guessed they offered some sort of protection, and that was likely at some sort of cost.  Though she couldn't tell what that was yet.