<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: 47/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 26<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>4 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (6/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - <del>Litany of Sloth</del>, Litany of Weakness, <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - <em>empty</em></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Estrada, Evita<br/><br/>That- that was all wrong! The Princess Harriet fell back a step, quickly getting swallowed up by people that didn't know her, nor care enough to make way for the Princess. Which normally might peeve her but here and now, that was good - it allowed her to get swallowed up by the lo thrum of the city's evening hours. It hid Harriet's sudden flustered concern from prying eyes that might matter, as she tried to fight back the waves of<em>wrongness</em>. They pushed her back, back and away and down a series of alleys that grew less populated until she was alone to process it.<br/><br/>The images and feelings and even the vestiges of a tail, those weren't wrong. If anything, those felt all too right, save for maybe the parts where Lady Estrada was in control - but even those weren't revulsion-inducing for the Princess. No, instead it was how swiftly she had run into the object of her desire, maybe a paramour and maybe not. She wanted time to focus and get better and earn something to win over Lady Estrada, to demonstrate just how grand she was. She was a Princess after all. And none of that had happened, instead she had just - plop - run into her in the streets.<br/><br/>Lady Estrada hadn't seen her, not that Princess Harriet noticed, but that didn't matter. Even mentally scrambled, Harriet could put two and two together. The Pink Dragon was where the assassins hid, here in Maldur. Meant that Greed and... the other? were close already, but it also meant that she had almost just crashed all her loose plans, which would have been very not-dramatically-appropriate. Would have been dreadful!<br/><br/>She caught her breath, breathing in and out, thinking. Taking her time to work things over. A sharp whistle soon had Sagu approach, but the devil-bat was no more, replaced instead by the angry royal-red and black carapace of a very large wasp. Its eyes still had the same hunger that Sagu had always worn so it was still him, but knowing that he was here helped reassure Harriet, who quietly directed the monstrosity to go back up and watch from above, on the roofs. Then she took some more time to focus, to align her foggy thoughts to try and develop a plan.<br/><br/>She wanted to go into the Pink Dragon, kill the two sins, and maybe get some answers. The answers... felt less important now. But that changed nothing. Just meant she needed to go in, ready to kill. And as such, that meant she needed to begin preparing for the coming fight.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prepare some new spells, taking 30 minutes to do so.<br/>Also, Sagu upgraded</div></div>