<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xv9F7wf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Pandora Moore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16033624#msg16033624)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/17<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>Exp:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Given the nature of this excursion, Pandora had made an effort with her spirits and reached a consensus both parties were enthusiastic about. Even so, with accordance struck, Pandora had to ignore the silent jibes and vulgar cat-calls of her ghoulish gathering throughout the entire tour. She did so with relative ease at first, but her composure quickly faltered as she felt the frigid tell-tale touch of their greedy hands sliding effortlessly across her skin. Their hungry unseen eyes bore down upon her, glowering from over her shoulders, looking her up and down, as though examining a piece of livestock. Even as her cheeks flushed with crimson excitement and she felt a great clawed, three-pronged hand slink around her back and grab a handful of her plush buttocks in a cheeky squeeze did she do her hard darndest to heed the manager’s words. Another dainty hand slipped out amidst her billowing breath to caress the shell of her ear, only to promptly careen through her dark locks upon eliciting the desired response. Pandora scampered for a firm foothold and slowed her pace, batting a hand at the air, agitated. When finally, the duo dispersed with looks of begrudging acceptance, Pandora found herself a few paces behind. With her legs rubbery as an addict after an all-night bender, she sucked in a great draught of clean air and continued her stride.<br/>Pandora made her way back to towards rabble, steps now precise and measured, when suddenly, the scent of roasting fish and fresh-baked bread from an open dining hall infatuated her nose and made her mouth water. As much as she wanted to indulge, she had more important matters to attend. <br/><br/>The high buildings of the street were constructed of square-cut stone and timber, embellished with bronze facings and intricate eaves – with dazzling sunlight glittering from every surface. Around her the cobbled thoroughfares were loud and busy with stall-holders and burgeoning merchant setting up, eager to catch trade, and with moderately well-dressed men and women weaving seamlessly through each other to reach their destinations. A few were well-heeled aristocrats, presumably returning from the bustling food parlors, or renounced ‘pounding’ halls, but most of them were just your regular run-of-the-mill citizen. Pandora only hoped they hadn’t taken note of her embarrassing little scene. The sheer unpredictability and exuberance of the streets gave it a pulse you would scarcely find elsewhere. <br/><br/>She harrumphed quietly as she slid back in amidst the body of relative strangers, “I am deeply sorry. I got caught up for a moment." The tautness drained from Pandora’s body and she let a looseness return to her slender limbs. The cold determination fell from her face and an open smile blossomed. Her dress shifted softly and she brought a hand to her chin. A delicate gloved finger drummed a silent melody as Pandora once more tuned into the report Vanya was so graciously giving on this auspicious day. “Large parts of society are dominated by perceived wealth and power - one often being a factor of the other. It’s everywhere you look: in the cut of the clothes people wear and the vividness of the colors,” she said softly in her tone. “Certainly, we can’t sit idly by and let the cutting-edge tension get any worse. Perhaps a deal can be struck between the two? Loss of manpower is a heavy burden to bear for any group, as such outright confrontation seems unlikely at the moment. Although I’m certain either side would bask in their own vulgar vainglory at taking down the other if push comes to shove. They are undoubtedly weighing each other up.”<br/><br/>An investigation of the sewers seemed natural in the leu of such severe claims. Trudging through knee-high waste however, did not sit well with Pandora. She scrunched her nose and shivered at the thought, but remained silent. What needed to be said had already been said.</div>