<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K2GmkaS.png?1)</div>In most cases Izora was awkward and clumsy (except when it came to the art of the whip), but given that her usefulness on the Wormwood could be a literal life or death situation, the fear gave her the additional motivation to deliver the orders and notes to the necessary parties in a timely manner. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86750)<br/><br/>She was not short of breath, either, (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86751) still full of energy after a hard day's work, and maybe worked up an appetite.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He'd approach Izora during supper, handing her a bar of whatever edible food he could find closest enough to chocolate, prestidigitated to look and taste like chocolate, and kept chilled.<br/><br/>"Here you go. This is the best I could manage. Do you want me to warm it up a bit?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Thank you for the effort," Izora replied. "No need, cold chocolate is just as fine."<br/><br/>Taking a bite out of it, a smile lit up her face. "Back in Garund, a good bar could fetch upwards of five gold pieces. I kept a few on me in my better days, but I didn't expect to have it here of all places!"<br/><br/>She laughed. "Remind me to keep you around. I could get used to this."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Later that day she tried striking up a conversation with one of the scabs, a lady by the name of Aretta Bansion.<br/><br/>"Uh hey, how do you-"<br/><br/>Her clumsiness set in at the worst possible moment, her leg tangling up in a piece of rope. Falling forward, her grasping hands ended up grabbing the front of Aretta's shirt, almost tearing it off. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86846)<br/><br/>Looking up with horror, Izora was at a loss for words.<br/><br/>"S-s...sorry!" she yelped. "I...I can get you a...er, um..."