<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 20/20  <hr/></div></div>Well, that was new. Nuria hadn't seen the woman with the corded muscles before, but her everything from her red skin color to her floppy ears made it obvious that she was the same kind of demon that Phelypsis was -- and that meant she was probably from the same tribe. She wasn't as<em>gifted</em>but those sweat-slick tits that looked about the same size as Nuria's had a certain perkiness to them that made them intriguing all on their own. And there was something else about her, some undefinable quality that …  -- perhaps it was all the heat and sweat and soot.<br/><br/>At Burissest's sight and husky voice, Nuria's eyes diverted from Phelypsis' own, distraction causing her honest expression to waver and her lips instead to draw into an appreciate little grin -- which turned upside down the longer Burissest talked and ended in a frown. No, almost a snarl. Nuria was always quick to anger and quick to act, so the Anda smith had barely said her last word before the Immolator pushed herself to the front and right in her face.<br/><br/>"That how you greet your customers?" she demanded. "Threaten my friend again and I'll show you what<em>real</em>heat's like, hammer-girl." Was it possible for the air to grow hotter, here, in a smithy where the stove burnt as high as it possibly could? Apparently it was. Nuria's presence and anger only stoked the flames and heat around her -- but that was the extent of it as she glared in the lass' eyes, for now, with silent a challenge to try and defy her.<br/>