<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 41/41, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 23, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 22<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>4 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (6/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - <del>Litany of Sloth</del>, Litany of Weakness</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Valenlands<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Ashley, Estrada<br/><br/>Ashley's response got a look over the shoulder, eyes cold and still hungry.<strong>"Lady Estrada had been content to leave, having told us where to heal that which she had caused. A reward for our strengths. Your attacking her after she had disengaged lost us two allies. Even the poisoned one wouldn't have slowed us down."</strong>She turned away and began moving toward the wrecked carriage.<strong>"You're the only one intent on dropping to the ground, it seems."</strong><br/><br/>Ashley seemed like he wasn't feeling well, but that didn't matter much to Harriet. Instead, she began picking over the wreckage in their way, looking for anything of interest or use that she might want. On any other day she might try to piece together what happened exactly, but she wasn't feeling it today. Her head was still foggy and she was still burning up from the inside - not sick, because she didn't get sick, but her blood felt like it was boiling and it made her want to pick up where she had left off. It made her want to hurry all this up, but... for what, exactly? They were going to... Maldur, right? But for what? It was hard to remember, even as she ripped the door off of the wagon and threw it to the side.