<strong>The Great And Plentiful List of Nuria's Activities in Town</strong><br/><br/>Buy 1x Adventuring Gear<br/>Buy sturdy flasks of burning oil<br/>Buy a thin metal staff<br/>Buy some less non-flammable stuff like bandages (2x) and dungeon rations (3x) and hand them to someone else to keep. Probably Phel.<br/>Eat<br/>Drink<br/>Sleep<br/>Hang out<br/>Engage in X-rated activities<br/>Get those piercings she has in the tavern scene<br/>Help Phel get her armor (on)<em>Does that count as my scene if I'm participating in Sain's pick, or do I get another?</em><br/><br/><hr/><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://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 20/20  <hr/></div></div>The fire-woman had strutted back into town without a care about her dishevelled state, as usual, but couldn't quite keep a worried look from her face. For all they knew, Lorelei was trapped in a bit of drapery Sydney had wrapped herself up in. Sydney in turn had been raped in a way neither the mage nor Nuria would call fun. Nuria herself had almost kicked the bucket and Phelypsis still appeared to have body issues -- well, alright, that last one was fairly minor compared to the others. But at least it was the one the Immolator felt best equipped to help out with.<br/><br/>"Comin'!" she called in an annoyed tone as Phelypsis practically slammed the door in her face in her efforts to stay out of sight. She pried the entrance open once again with a huff and closed a hand around the demon's shoulder with what she hoped felt like enough of an iron grip for the taller girl not to just ignore it in her distressed state and push on. "Hold it," Nuria called brusquely and moved to turn the Anda around to face her.<br/><br/>Her amber-lit eyes met Phelypsis' own, then she grabbed both of the barbarian's shoulders to give them a firm squeeze. "Calm the hell down. Seriously. What are you even so nervous for?" She sighed and looked the red-skinned beauty up and down -- for demonstrative purposes, among other things. "Seriously, Phel. You're gorgeous. And you kick more ass than half the town thugs put together!" She was annoyed, yes, but she was genuine -- there was concern there and she obviously believed every word of it as she stared into the Anda barbarian's eyes imploringly. After a moment, she uttered a bit more quietly. "Heck, I think some of the town girls started puttin' up pictures of you in their fertility shrine, hopin' for better curves."<br/><br/>"So … yeah," she finished lamely, her eyes briefly flickering around to see just how many people were probably staring at them right now. She hadn't exactly been quiet, there. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of."<br/>