<strong>Oona</strong><br/><br/>The gnoll bore his teeth in another wide smile, "Ah, Then come on, I'll give you a tour while I'm at it. You know, I never caught your name..."<br/><br/>They travelled through the streets of New Dazsu at a leisurely pace. The Gnoll, Dagyrn, was deeply involved in the games, and he began to explain how they operated. The sponsors, the quests, and all the money to be made in them.<br/><br/>He pointed up into the sky, at a great airship suspended in the air above as it slowly was turning to leave the city airspace north. Apparently the greatest adventurers and quests paid for such luxury, and such things in turn facilitated bigger and greater adventures in the skies and beyond. He laughed, explaining that he couldn't quite afford such a luxury for the barbarian, but the gnoll took care to try and instill some hope that such a thing was on the horizon for her.<br/><br/>After nearly an hour on foot, they came upon his residence in one of the wealthier districts, this section of the city hosting quite a few temples. More than once they walked beside or past a priestess or one of the male paladins.<br/><br/>Dagyrn opened up his front door and offered the barbarian a drink as soon as they got inside. A carpet! It was unusual to feel anything but the bare stone or wood under her feet. By goblin standards, he was strictly middle-class, though the distinction would have been lost to the barbarian.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The captain arched an eyebrow at Dexter, and then turned around. She jolted away, taking a few backwards towards the archivist as she went digging into one of her pouches.<br/><br/>"Aaaaalll... allooone." It moaned as it floated towards them, evidently having lost much of its' intelligence or sanity in the hundreds of years being stuck in these forgotten ruins. Dirae took out a vial of holy water and threw it at the ghost with a sinister flash. ...It phased right through the ethereal being and shattered onto the floor behind them. "Ah fuck..." She said with a sigh, "I forgot you have to open it first."<br/><br/>It gave her little time to react as the spirit launched its' retaliation, lunging forward to grab her arm. His ghastly fingers wrapped around her wrist but she flung it away, not before taking a few steps back and gritting her teeth. "Aah." She whined, "I... feel weak."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dirae Init: 21 (Lucky!)<br/>Ghost Init: 17</div></div>