<div class="floatright">(http://rule34-data-008.paheal.net/_images/0f1a97b75266d9e1fd56176a1b26c2c0/1569563%20-%20Freezing%20Yumi_kim%20ale-mangekyo.png)</div>Remi the Mage-Knight (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1102516)<br/><br/>Remi didn't care for the implications of the dream and that type of magical happenstance was beyond her expertise; she was better at blasting things than she was magically investigating things. She just stared up at the scrying eye for a moment as her mind woke up from the rest; she'd flex her fingers a bit and smiled a bit; feeling the magical energy contained in her body crackle faintly through them.  The young woman felt just a bit lazy and didn't get up right away; though she was using her senses to monitor the area around her.  A person in a demon mask? Was that a clue to who was really watching them? Or was it a demon in the guise of a human wearing a demon mask?  The sense that there was something else to this whole contest than just the treasure began to well up in her mind; though she'd merely shake it off.<br/><br/>To the scrying eye; she was quite lovely in a physical sense. Her personality, though, was what put people off; she was blunt, rude, crass and offensive at times. But in that abrasiveness was a sort of blunt honesty; a straight shooter that won't bullshit anyone, even if it'd be called for in a higher class situation.  Her body was muscular but lean with a very ample bust of perhaps a generous F cup bouncing slightly in that leather top. She had her hands clasped behind her head and her legs crossed at the ankle as she just lay there for a bit in the dabbled shade.<br/><br/>"How the hell did that thing get out o the pack? I could've sworn I latched it last night." She muttered and a half hour later decided to stop being lazy and proceeded to get dressed again.  "ugh I gotta get back to the settlement to fix this armor" she muttered poking a finger through one of the broken links of it. The good thing about chainmail was that it was reasonably easy to fix even when it was broken; unless it was totally torn up which would've been hard.<br/><br/>She'd slide the bandolier she had over her shoulder and slid the bastard sword she had into it's holder across her back as she snuffed the coals of the fire with dirt and gathered up everything else of hers and set off for the settlement to see if she could find somewhere to fix the armor; then remembered the mimic had eaten up all of her money.  "FUCK!" she shouted in frustration; without cash nobody would let her use anything! And she wasn't about to "exchange a favor" for it either; knowing it'd likely be perverted.<br/><br/>Grumbling; she'd fish out the small golden object she'd scooped up off the sand earlier and examined it to see what it was.