<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Neesia_Cantor_1.jpg)</div><strong>Neesia Cantor</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CPi_8lnSGi8CF4IFLl1CL9gAZZHTHSrGmGFVdPHteEk/edit)<br/><br/>So tiny was  Neesia Cantor that the curvacious priestess of Saranrae had settled her haversack on the chair and perched delicately on top of it.  She leaned forwards attentively through the briefing.<br/><br/>“It was be a pleasure to help, Good Virag,” she said, “Those who defile the dead to bring suffering to the living anger the Dawflower nearly as much as they do Pharasma.”<br/><br/>The diminutive girl was clearly adult—skimpy copper and gold leafed armor—which bared her taut waist and most of her huge silky breasts—could leave no doubt to that.  Neesia liked the armor.  Not only did she look good in it, it was light, granted full range of motion and supported her chest—which would otherwise throw her off balance!<br/><br/>She regarded the other girls curiously—and admiringly.  “My name's Neesia Cantor.  I'm excited to work with you.”