<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9108.msg329643#msg329643">Quote from: RubySlippers on 20-03-2007, 04:05:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">ooc: A 3rd level character gets extra gold a mithral shirt and a masterwork weapon are in her budget. Her magic instrument is her special item. So has all the basics.  ;)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(ooc:  That's not what I meant!!!   :-[  I was saying that I hoped Khait had the observation ability to recognize what she was seeing as masterwork and fine armor-- not 'simple laborer and bard'!!!  I wasn't questioning YOU, I wouldn't insult you like that.  SORRY!) :D<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9108.msg329643#msg329643">Quote from: RubySlippers on 20-03-2007, 04:05:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"Not off hand the wizards guild most likely would know or try the mages quarter, alchemists are very specialized after all.," Falia says.<br/><br/>She hands the omans some food and strong tea, rather simple fare save for some large crispy grapes.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Khait's jaw tightens in frustration at that... she is so unfamiliar with the magi that she knows not where to start.  She eyes the dressing sister once more, the involuntary, warm fluttering in her lower belly screaming silently that there is nothing simple about these beauties.<br/><br/>She accepts the tea and food with a grateful nod, though her stomach does not crave them.  She was having one of her cravings again... she shook the thought away as she sipped the tea, the warm steam filling her nostrils as she watched them over the edge of the cup.  She turns her gaze to Dalia... hoping for some sort of answer as to the whereabouts of Aman.  The satchel that dangles from her hand... she clings to it, as if for life... shifts very slightly before she tenses her grip upon it.<br/><br/>"And you, my lady?"  she asks boldly, but carefully... not meaning to press, but... the urgency of her burden returning to her mind, she is eager to complete her mission.<br/>