<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/>"Uhh...  it's not that," Phelypsis bemoaned in protest when Nuria accused her of bashfulness. There was a bit of truth in it, but for the life of her Phelypsis couldn't have figured out what exactly it was that made showing outside in her current attire any worse than rolling around in the mud while naked or fighting about in shreds smaller than bikini. It just was different to her. "This time though I ran because I was really excited to get here," the Andra corrected. The ensuing avalanche of praise made her blush. "Ah-ha-ha...  y-you think so? Ehm, thanks, but I don't know- Wait! They put what what where?"<em>Statues?</em><br/><br/>Big red ears perked up excitedly. It took only a few words from the husky voice from the forge to wipe the fertility statue silliness from the fore of Phelypsis' mind. She knew that tone! Well, not that specific one, but that general rhythm and boom in the voice she did. A happy smile spread on Phelypsis' face. She jiggled up and down, struggling to stay in her skin. "Hehee~" There was an Andra smith here - a friend.<br/><br/>And what a beautiful friend. Phelypsis' gaze took on a journey across Burissests muscular body. It was perfectly honed for fighting and smithing alike, but decorated with a layer of nigh irresistible Andran beauty - a strong bright stare below the thick fuzzy brows and cute soft lips. Right away when Burissest began talking about taking her back to the plains Phelypsis' ears drooped.<em>Oh no! She misunderstands.</em>Phelypsis frowned, mulling on the  words as she was measured. Her eyes widened with Burissest's bold claim. It brought a smile on her face. This cute little smith was challenging her? Nostalgia warmed her up when the threats came. This was the sort of flirting that Phelypsis could understand (or misunderstand as flirting).<br/><br/>Phelypsis had her mouth opened when Nuria darted between them, boiling up and ready to fight. An appropriate response, but wrong tone. Phelypsis hurried to set things right, putting a hand on Nuria's shoulder and gently pulling her back. "No, no. You can't hurt her Nuria. It's okay," she said, looking back up at Burissest, attempting to assume a more serious expression. "I came here to shop. I've nothing to do with the tribes anymore. They are all a bunch of dummies who waste away their time and strength. This here, and this"-Phelypsis dropped her armor and the shackles on the table-"one got broken, one is loot that I want to sell. I also need a new big weapon and new small weapon. However...<br/><br/>"I'm not going let you get away with what you said. You, take me? Hah! Fool!" The growing grin on Phelypsis' eyes told a clear story of how much she liked this. "I am Phelypsis of the Delvers, mighty warrior who made a cave collapse on dragon with a dagger! Mightier than mighty! I also subdued illithid and many more monster. Nuria can attest, and see?" Phelypsis flexed her arms, letting her biceps bulge and every little muscle on her arm pop out. "Your puny little arms have nothing on me, but if you insist I will humor you. Come on then!"<br/><br/>Phelypsis let the cloak fall off. She punched her fists together, completely ignoring how it made her breasts jiggle. "What will it be? Battle? Or perhaps wrestle?"