<div align="center">(https://images2.imgbox.com/c2/2d/E81IvF8u_o.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14356151#msg14356151)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/8c/75/768c75175a59367d62f3f06925db3839.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Female Half-Elf Oracle [Divine Herbalist] 6 NG<br/>34 <strong>HP</strong> | 16 <strong>AC</strong> | +0 <strong>Init</strong> | <strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crispin, Iolanna | Open <br/><br/>P.S. Her surname is Geht not Gelt x:</span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">An eclectically armed traveller, accompanied by a copper-coloured guard dog (7 HP) (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/bestiary/dog.html#dog). She has a tired look about her, and despite having rested there are thickset bags under her eyes. Her hair disguises her pointed Elven ears, but she has made no deliberate attempts to hide her features. Her worn cloak is pulled tightly around her. Vasodel has been quiet for most of the 'morning' and keeps clutching for her holy symbol as the party wait to depart. <br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Equipment</strong></td></tr><tr><td> Traveller's Outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/e8/4d/b6e84d50cdc8617773e72af561c6c422.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>Silver Holy Symobol</td></tr><tr><td>Ring of Protection</td></tr><tr><td>Common Backpack</td></tr><tr><td>Leaf Armour Jerkin</td></tr><tr><td>Holy Adamantine Mace</td></tr><tr><td>Voidglass Heavy Crossbow</td></tr><tr><td>Mithral (Steel) Shield</td></tr><tr><td>Coin Pouch (17 Gold)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>TLDR -  Vas talks to Iolanna and Crispin, then gets into the currently empty carriage.</em><br/><br/>"You don't need to be so formal, Mr. Oldfield. We're going to be traveling and fighting alongside one another, after all. I don't think that formalities are really necessary, really." Vasodel waved off the proffered bow, looking a little uncomfortable with the gesture. She certainly was not accustomed to men acting in such a way around her, as if she was some kind of lady rather than a gaunt girl from a farming community. Still, at least he wasn't being outright rude towards her "I don't think there's anything to forgive," Vasodel offered in a hushed voice "Although you may want to direct your compliments towards the lady, rather than myself."<br/><br/>She was surprised by the sudden statement from the brunette woman that Crispin had been talking with previously. Vasodel nibbled on her lip and averted her gaze, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that she had been caught whispering about her soon-to-be-companions, as if she couldn't trust them. Now, Vas didn't want to doubt them - but  you could never be too sure of a person's true nature.<br/><br/>When the coach driver called for their attention, she scampered off with a dip of the head towards both Crispin and Iolanna, to get into the coach and settle herself in the corner. She paused only to speak to Pachski briefly "Oh, thank you sir." Vasodel was followed inside of the coach by her dog, who probably would not have been able to keep up with the pacing of the horse-pulled vehicle. He circled and sat on the floor at her feet. Vasodel busied herself with hugging her cloak around herself and settling her backpack on the seat beside her, shivering slightly.</span></span></div>