<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/21/be/5c21be6895ad94d9489d97713cf26891.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Teni Dutsk</span><br/>Female Fighter 1<br/><hr/>Teni followed behind the others, gaze constantly roving the many books that they passed by. Red of hair, blue eyed, pale of skin, and petite as her sister although of a denser build instead of Lorien's gracefulness it'd be easy to overlook her compared to the more exotic Faybyn were she not clad in clinking chain with a shield on her back and a blade at her side. Despite her best effort her boots thudded with every step to the private study. The pair outside their destination drew a curious glance or two before they were given a small nod of her head and then ignored. When the room turned out empty she stayed outside the small space and watched the others search, a shrug shifting her gear about her shoulders. "If father's any indication then they have too much of a fondness for their pipes to be able to handle fresh air."<br/><br/>The bantering of the two men finally caught her attention as they moved into the room mentioning that Matreous had not left the room by the door. With a frown curling her lips she moves up to Aramis, leaning upwards to better match gazes with him. "What do you mean pocket? Isn't he supposed to be a specialist on curses and not snatching purses on the street?" Her gaze dips down to the red book within Aramis's grip before she snorts, eyes narrowing as she all but glares up at the wizard. "Why am I not surprised that the first book you snatch up is that?"<br/><br/>