<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Elven_Spellslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Scotsi Meridian</strong><br/><br/>Scotsi’s nose wrinkled a little at the newcomer.  He smelled of back alleys and alchemy—neither of them particularly pleasant things to whiff.  She was a creature of open dunes and lush oasis.  Her father spoke of a time before they all lived in sky cities, and she knew it to be the truth from her own experiences.<br/><br/>Still, he’d at least made an effort, and she’d smelled far worse.<br/><br/>Emerald eyes narrowed at the man in the Stetson and she commented, “If you’re going to be late you could have at least bathed.  The kobold smells better.”<br/><br/>She turned to their employer, “Lady Heurassein, I’m very pleased to have a chance to participate in such important research.  This could potentially save a good many lives.  Not to mention raise your productivity considerably.  Miss Malthie’s assessment also strikes me as accurate.  This is a very high risk assignment.  I trust the pay will be commiserate with both the hazards and the potential rewards?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy 15</div></div>