<div class="floatleft">(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/Prima1Bust.jpg)</div><strong>Prima - HP </strong>44/44 -<strong>AC:</strong>20 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>---<br/><strong>Spell slots - 1:</strong>5/6<strong>2:</strong>4/4  -<strong>Base DC:</strong>16 (15 without headband)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=128476.msg5679216#msg5679216">Quote from: NicciKotor on 05-01-2012, 17:45:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">By the time Ocean is wandering the town being useless, and Sebestian off getting emergency food stock, Prima is done dealing with the horses as Fiona comes back outside to check on her progress. Looking over the horses through her glass before giving it a sniff of approval, all the while fishing out two silvers for the stable boys before address Prima. <strong>"This Inn is satisfactory for our needs. In addition, it does appear to be both an Inn and a Brothel, so I arranged the three of you to be employees to that capacity in order to get free food and lodging for our stay. Judging from your previous transactions in other towns, the thought of whoring yourself out for food and a warm bed should suffice for our needs. Now getting going Prima, the owner of the establishment wants to see his new investment."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>While the feline was a little disappointed that her more fun spells were useless in the face of Fiona's rock hard determination (but miss Vista lived for the day that it might), she at least carried out her duties as instructed. The elven manager's word was law, and more than once had Prima earned scorn. Luckily, she was given a task that rather suited her disposition, passing work onto others. In this case, a pair of stable boys. A job worth doing is worth fobbing off, after all. She was, however, a little disappointed that they hadn't been paying as much attention to her lithe and fuzzy form.<br/><br/>As Fifi roused the troops from their previously appointed duties of... well, not doing much of anything, and gave new instruction on the arrangements for their accommodation.<br/><strong>"Aww, Fifi I didn't know you cared about us so much you'd want our stay as comfortable as possible. And to turn a favored hobby into a way to get us some money? You really are too good to us. I just hope you'll be working alongside us though, I'd hate to think you were denying yourself some extra income and having some fun for once,"</strong>the catfolk said in her most honeyed of tones, delicately manicured claws brushing over the manager's fine clothing as she slipped into the Elven language for but a moment, so that the boys wouldn't understand,<em><strong> "And I'm sure those two would want more from a classy lady such as yourself than a measly coin."</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>"But in any case, I hope you're going to relay the message to the others when they get back, I'd hate to think of them missing out on a gig,"</strong>she said as she stretched her form before heading into the inn, ready to start the work ahead of her.