<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/83xLMDD.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Orlith Belgoria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823482)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 38/38<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:  14/14<strong>Tagging</strong>: Ezikariel<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oi! Don't think you can get away with playin' that weepy crud just because I'm up front. Don't make me come back there and force a jaunt on you!" Orlith called back as the goblin started playing her sappy sad song, which Orlith never much cared for to be honest. Sorrow should be left to silence, music was supposed to be happy, inspiring. Though what did she know? She wasn't some fancily trained bard after all, "Eh let the daft wench be silent for herself. Wasting all her life waitin', I would have gotten bored and walked off after a month or two. Maybe leave him a note" she scoffed with a hearty chuckle, seemingly determined to undermine all the emotional weight and mood Selena was trying to set.<br/><br/>The rest of the day went more or less the same. With the other adventurers quickly growing familiar with the duo's unique form of banter. Selena surprisingly deep and eloquent, while Orlith seemed jovial and boisterous to a fault, any form of melancholy pretty much bouncing right off of her. The journey itself was uneventful. The road was clearly trodden and easy to follow, meaning they didn't really much need any kind of close navigation, and with the elf's plentiful reserves there was no need to stop and hunt. Honestly the only threat to their journey so far was Orlith's restless legs, her bouncing knees causing the wagon to lightly shake and rattle.<br/><br/>When the two priestesses made their way down the road Orlith didn't take any particular notice of them, at least none more than the other passerby they had encounters so far, "Good day ladies, safe journey to you" she casually remarked with a wave as they passed by, giving a knowing nod to her fellow tiefling in particular. However when she heard them stop and turn to look at their wagon, Orlith would cast a suspicious glance back over her shoulder, "Oi. You happen to run afoul of any priests Dark Elf?" she whispered back into the wagon, naturally assuming any trouble would be a result of the vexing slave owner. Preparing for the worst Orlith would casually unsheathe her sword and grab a piece of whetstone to start sharpening it's edge, "hold those reigns tight" she said softly, looking surprisingly calm and measured, completely different from even just a few moments ago.