<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vY35q4R.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Erza Hushbane</span></em></span><br/>Tiefling Sorceress<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere around the Festival, acting genuinely spoiled.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anabelle, Xilupha<br/><hr/><br/>Ugh... Peasants.<br/><br/>Sitting at one of the many tables brought outside for the festival, Erza clicked her tongue at all the revelry and merryment going on around her.<em>Knaves</em>, she thought to herself,<em>with piss-poor ale and an intelligence to match</em>. Smells of farms, smiles lacking all their teeth, and atrocious hygiene (by her standards) assaulted the tiefling from every direction. This sort of festival wasn't the sort she had in mind when she heard tell of a 'fanciful night when the fey dance with the folk of Varnfel' she had been told about. If the fey weren't involved, Erza knew she wouldn't have given this little... 'celebration' a second thought. The fey were interesting and beautiful. Revelry Dryads, Nymphs and Faeries had filled her head all week. The image was a stark contrast to the hairy men beside her, singing something about gold while they clanked their steins together.<br/><br/>It was all too much.<br/><br/>Erza closed the novel she was reading and pinched the bridge of her nose. Without even looking, the sorceress waved a languid hand towards the direction of her slave, Anabelle. As per her mistress's orders, Anabelle was never allowed to sit in a chair while in the presence her mistress- not without permission. Erza wasn't really in the mood for giving her slave that comfort, so she had been forced to stand nearby.<strong>"Belle. I'm feeling a headache coming on. Bring me some wine, quickly."</strong>She said, then went back to giving the appearance that she was reading a book. Erza always found it was a great way to keep people from bothering her.<br/><br/>While she waited, she noticed one of the few people in town that made it not altogether dull; Xilupha. Whore by day, myth by night, and altogether more interesting than the other fools clogging up the tables around her combined.<strong>"Ah, there is a sight for sore eyes."</strong>She said to the disguised woman, forming a quiet smile.<strong>"Why don't you have a seat over here?"</strong>She asked, gesturing to the bench opposite her.