<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 40/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 44<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>3 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (7/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - Litany of Sloth (exchangeable), Litany of Weakness (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - Invisibility (exchangeable)<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/>Command, Charm Person, Summon Monster IV (perm duration)</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Margrat, Mr Dwarf<br/><br/>Princess Harriet straightened up for a moment, breathing in and out to calm herself as she basked in the crisp morning air, the chilled bite sinking its teeth into her bare skin. Her very, very bare skin, she remembered now, as she had taken off her clothes to dry and put them on the chair. They had gotten rolled up into her emergency bundle but now was probably the time to start thinking about what to do next. Putting on her clothes and armor was a part of that.<br/><br/>Spear in one hand and the back of both men’s armor in the other, she moved back into the house and thumped the two guards on the ground.<strong>”Miss Margrat, if you please, I’d like my hammer and kunai from the chest and the manacles from the guest room. Mister Margrat’s Husband, your honor has more than proven itself and while you clearly trust Maldur’s stake in following its own rules more than I, I value your input. Is there any higher ranking guard that you think is particularly trustworthy, do you trust the reputation of the hero you mentioned last night, and barring either of those, do you know a good lawyer? Plus the location of each, naturally.”</strong><br/><br/>She looked up, to watch the two, not bothering to cover her breasts or groin, or even the two small stab wounds that wept pale pink blood. But if neither moved to attack her, she began putting her clothes and then armor back on.