<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 21/21, <strong>Armor</strong>: 2 <hr/></div></div>They were bickering. Of course they were bickering. Fox meant trickster meant talker and Sydney had started to become inquisitive towards this (hopefully) last leg of their journey. Traveling through the rock desert didn't exactly lend itself to her type of magic -- the prospect of Jacca's Ridge, some water and five walls to keep the whipping wind and sand away, was probably perking up her spirits.<br/><br/>The sight of this local noblewoman and her bodyguard entourage distracted Nuria for a moment as she sized them up, but quickly turned towards the rest of the group when she heard her name.<br/><br/>Eisa had called it, the dusky-skinned water cleric. She was attractive, of course, and her poncho was better looking by far than Nuria's own rags but as far as the firewielder was concerned, her elemental opposite had to be insane to walk around in these parts on her bare feet. The Godlike was certain of one thing about that, at least -- if they were planning to get a room together and save up on expenses (among other things), then by hells and heavens, she wouldn't let the healer take a step inside until every single toe was properly scrubbed. If it was anyone else, she'd add 'and bandaged' to that, but Eisa had probably applied liberal amounts of healing to her soles during the journey.<br/><br/>"Hmm? What was that?" she called, the brief look between herself and the local woman already passing from her mind as she took a few steps closer to Eisa.  "Oh, pretty sure it was accurate," she noted with a grin from beneath her hood as her ember-glowing eyes met her baby blues. She had gotten a front row showing herself recently, after all. "Lots of ripplin' and wobblin'." And she was pretty sure it wasn't just between Phelypsis and Burissest that it quickly devolved into full-on raunchiness.<br/><br/>"And, uhh -- food, loot and somethin' kinky, was it?"<br/><br/>Something shifted in the mass of piecemeal cloth as she briefly rubbed her chin under there, eyes narrowing as she considered the question. Favorite food was a hard question -- she liked consuming food, but what kind of food had never been something she paid too much thought to. Whatever was available and not too expensive suited her fine as long as they were nice, big portions. "Hmm. Don't got one, something that's easy to sell and -- " she started to list in a deadpan voice, then paused, her eyes drifting from woman to woman in their little group until they stopped on the two things that stood out the most, which is when she continued without the slightest change in tone. "Milking Phel if we run low on water."<br/><br/>"Tyin' up Sydney over night so we can get some sleep," she kept on. "And the fox, too." She nodded to herself. "Because … eh, no particular reason. An' you -- hmm … well, maybe after a good bath." She finished after a brief pregnant pause and chuckle.<br/><br/>"That enough lewd for everyone? Because I could use a drink."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Part 2 of post still coming up!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry, had to take a break, wanted to put this up already though. I'll finish it in the evening!</div></div>