(https://i.imgur.com/vwtL5pp.jpg)<br/><strong>Lucienne Del Bosque (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14243647#msg14243647)<br/>Warehouse Backroom<br/>Tag: DM, Ig, rest of the party</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lucienne had held her peace as the old man spoke to them, taking the time to look about at those who would seem to be her comrades going forward. They seemed a competent enough lot, at least as far as she could wager from simply looking at them. She quickly noted, with some amusement, that their party seemed entirely female. She certainly wouldn't complain, the horrors of the night were most certainly easier to endure when traveling with beautiful women. Her eyes settled on the goblin in particular for a moment. Some might stare simply at the novelty of seeing a goblin stand amongst them, but her lingering gaze admired the compact woman with a more lascivious intent. Each of the other women in their group held a charm of their own, and she hardly imagined she would find any of their company disagreeable, but she couldn't deny that she had a particular fondness for more ladies of a more diminutive stature. Something about the way a short lover contrasted with her own considerable height made everything all the more fun. She decided to move her focus on to other subjects lest she seemed to be ogling the woman like some kind of drooling imbecile.<br/><br/>Conveniently, the old man soon brought their attention to a large map, and Lucienne moved to get a better look at it, following along with a stoic silence. The talk of the walking dead didn't phase her. It wasn't that she underestimated them, at least not anymore. She knew all too well how dangerous they were. However, she also knew, better than most, how to put them back in the grave. However, her jaw tensed up just a little as the age of this particular vampire was brought up. She was confident in her ability to slay the undead, but if this vampire was as powerful as the old man seemed to be indicating... This one could be well beyond their abilities indeed. She couldn't speak for the capabilities of her new comrades, but she knew her own limits all too well.<br/><br/>As the seashell ring was offered, Lucienne glanced about at her comrades, seeing if any other showed a strong interest in the ring. The aasimar was more of a fighter than a talker, she reasoned, and if messages sent had a limit attached, it might be best to leave it to one who could make the most of their words. The offered gold, however, caught her interest far more. Lucienne did what she did because it was the right thing to do. Every monster put down meant lives saved. All the same, coin was always welcome. Good deeds didn't fill an empty stomach, replenish an empty flask, or warm an empty bed.<br/><br/>Only once he was finished, did the towering woman speak up, revealing her voice to be stern, yet feminine, with a roughness that easily ruled out a noble upbringing, "I fear not the dead, old man. So long as we don't stumble upon the ancient master you speak of, I'm confident this task is well within my abilities, and I trust those of my new companions as well." She then cleared her throat and looked around at the others gathered there, introducing herself, "My name is Lucienne Del Bosque. Monster hunter by trade. I specialize in combating the undead. I'm good with a bow or a sword. Got a few spells to my name too, though don't rely on me for that sort of stuff. Got survival training and the likes too, tracking and pathfinding. 'specially in the woods."