Arithmaya rubbed the back of her head and pouted--both gestures purely teasing.  "Woe is me, to serve such a cruel mistress.  She ravishes me nightly, and see how she abuses me?"<br/><br/>With her personal effects gathered--sword at her hip and ocelot fur quiver slung over her shoulders, pouches of spell components at the ready--Arithmaya was eager to head out.  She tried to sooth one of the pack beasts 'til it would gladly travel with them.