(https://i.imgur.com/VobpAmm.png)<br/><strong>Djanet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14422726#msg14422726)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:  44/44; AC:  18; Burn:  0; Postcount:  1</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur -> Valenland<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>"Yes...yes...!" she insisted to the silent statements of the dream during some half-imagined, fevered orgasm.  As the haze faded the strangeness of it all settled in.  Memories began to settle in and the dream began to fade, leaving her unfulfilled and confused.  The sleep slowly faded from her body, waking her to a feeling of tired arousal that did little to alert her to the rest of the waking world and her surroundings.  The sheets of the bed were disturbed, leaving her half-covered and letting the faint glow that had entered the room at some point during her restless slumber shimmer against her dark, naked flesh.  The slow, steady breathing moved her ample chest rhythmically as her heart steadied and her weary eyes blinked open absently.<br/><br/>She was not usually given to mulling over her thoughts, or most ideas that came to her, but the dream was odd to her and she found herself unable to understand it beyond a simple happenstance.  Thus, when she slowly sat up and arched her back as her arms stretched overhead, it was cast away as just a momentary distraction.  The glowing message, on the other hand, was more distinct and did well to bring her the rest of the way to the waking world.<br/><br/>"Hm, someone wants to aid me?" she asked no one after reviewing the letter quickly--obviously misinterpreting some of the sentiment.  She studied the map that appeared soon after, finding herself wishing she'd had something to copy it down after it suddenly vanished.  Having nothing else to busy herself with, and given that this person was so adamant about helping her, she decided that today was just as good as any other to set off in the direction of Valenland, so she rose up and began collecting her things and getting dressed before exiting her room at the inn.<br/><br/>Maldur had come to be one of her favorite places.  It had a lackadaisical approach to life that appealed to her, and just enough corruption to make her way of life more acceptable to others of the city.  Anything could be bought and sold in the kingdom, which was also very pleasant.  Djanet had come to appreciate some of the finer things that life had available, a fact that she frequently displayed in her attire.  She wore her traditional, short silk kimono, wearing it more like a silk robe than it might have originally been intended.  It was tied at her hips, which often left the neckline open revealing caramel flesh from her collar all the way to her navel.  The kimono stopped just above her knees, but has a similar slit that her right leg sometimes slipped through, revealing much of her strong thigh.  Her shoes were tight-fitted boots that extended just above her ankles.  She kept a loose, red scarf on as well--complete with many hidden pockets--and her magical haversack over one shoulder.<br/><br/>She decided first to wander around the marketplace, perhaps seeing if anyone else would be travelling to Valenlands that she could secure an accompanying ride with--she was good company after all...  Barring that, of course, if people would either not be going in the same direction or willing to have her along as a distraction, she'd look for a proper map that wouldn't simply disappear and find another way to travel to the Valenlands as easily and as quickly as she could.