Celeste's enchanted boots thumped heavily on the dirt track as she marched beside the younger woman.  Her greatsword, a finely crafted heirloom and her most prized possession, was strapped to her back.  She was, as she always seemed to be, wearing the armour that had been crafted specifically for her by the temple's blacksmiths.  She looked at once intimidating and alluring, the armour making it clear that she meant business, but also showing off the feminine curves beneath.  The half-tabard she wore almost as a skirt marked her as a member of an order.  The heavy gold holy symbol around her neck marked her as a worshipper of Saranrae.  She had left most of her other gear behind, not expecting much more than a leisurely stroll.  A silver dagger was strapped to her belt, and a second hidden dagger to her thigh.  However her belt pouch carried only silver and copper.<br/><br/><strong>"It is always good to get out and enjoy the fresh air."</strong>Celeste said as she lifted her nose and sniffed loudly.<strong>"There is only so much parchment, ink, and wax one can endure the smell of before one loses one's mind."</strong>It was nice to stretch her muscles and get away, even if it was only a few miles.<br/><br/><strong>"If there is something out there."</strong>An almost anticipatory grin graced Celeste's lips.<strong>"We will find it, though it is likely just some local boys, filching chickens and peeping through windows."</strong>She shrugged, her grin fading.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-11-23 21:49:59, Jaded (uid: 39556) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=67382)</div></div>