<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/53/97/af53972f7ba97cea1c6bf7b2c2a60aa7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alaya Kalish</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328790.msg15788327#msg15788327)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>105 / 105<strong>AC:</strong>32<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>26<strong>Touch:</strong>26<strong>CMD:</strong>36<br/><strong>Immune:</strong>Mental Control, EG Charm & Compulsion<br/><strong>Other:</strong>Ranged Attacks suffer 30% Miss Chance<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alaya nodded to herself, relieved that her friends and companions back at the mansion were safe. She had no doubt that they could handle themselves, but unknown beasts such as these had a way of surprising the less experienced and winning lucky victories. She had no doubt that between the lot of them, they could handle two or three...but five? Six? Seven? That would end up being too much, even for them, considering that it had taken Alaya a considerable amount of beating to take out<em>one.</em>She was proud of them nonetheless, however, because rescuing innocents and covering the refugees' retreat was a noble endeavour in its own right and not a job that should be scoffed at, overlooked or scorned. They'd certainly done more than the city guard, that was for certain, though that thought was without any particular venom or bite. The Guard knew what they could and couldn't handle, and had chosen to not get involved in a fight that was clearly out of their league. Hardly noble and selfless, of course, but it allw orked out for the best. She was certain that they would have gotten involved if there were no adventurers nearby...or at least, she hoped they would, rather than sacrificing innocent civilians to save their own skins.<br/><br/><strong>"Excellent,"</strong>she hummed softly, resting her chin on his shoulder.<strong>"It's important that the civilians get medical assistance as soon as they require it."</strong>It was then, of course, that Alaya caught the scents wafting off of him. Between the smell of battle, charred flesh, distant aerosoled cum and her own sweat and heat, she'd nearly missed it. But there it was, the unmistakable aroma of baked spice and exotic fruits that wafted up from the basket that Hadrhune was clutching in his hand. The smell of home. She hadn't smelled that smell in what felt like<em>decades,</em>and immediately her stomach - and her dreadful longing for home - rumbled in the pit of her stomach. She lifted an eyebrow, then her eyes lit up in delight as Hadrhune explained, mouth already salivating...and mind already coming up with schemes on how to "Thank" him properly for his efforts. The notion that a Kalashite had set up shop did give her pause - assassins and spies had posed as tradesmen before - but she trusted Hadrhune's judgement. If he said there was nothing to worry about, then she believed him; he was by far the more paranoid of the two of them. And the prospect of eating proper Keleshite delicacies once more was...tantalising, to say the least. Hadrhune tried his best, bless him, but his cooking made it obvious that he was a soldier. She'd leave it at that.<br/><br/>She squeezed him tight with a grin.<strong>"That would be <em>wondrous,</em> yes! Though you <em>must</em> save a piece for yourself, My Sweet. That's an order."</strong>She gave him a teasing smile. She wasn't a princess any more so couldn't technically give orders, but, well...Hadrhune liked following her orders regardless, so who was she to argue, eh~? Of course, they were not alone, and though they were speaking Common it was still rude not to accept a compliment when it was given! She gave Harlo a bright, brilliant smile.<strong>"Oh, you flatterer,"</strong>she laughed softly,<strong>"Thank you, both. But you're already in my bed, you don't have to butter your way in."</strong>She gave them both a salacious wink and a smirk.<strong>"You know I like my wine spiced, red and fruity, my dear Harlo, but I find myself wanting to taste other vintages. Bring your very best, and we shall sample it for the first time together!"</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes drifted to the battlefield around them, a flicker of a more morose expression passing over her face.<strong>"And we should invite the others, too. I imagine many of us require relaxation after <em>this</em> unpleasant business."</strong>Her eyes snapped back to the two men before her, a smile returning to her face. No. No, don't dwell on it. That won't help anything.<strong>"Who knows? If you get me drunk enough, you might be able to keep up with me...if you team up, that is."</strong>A light, flirtatious, playful laugh spilled from her lips, which were twitched upwards in a pillowy, velvety smile. Still...the feeling of blood on her fist lingered all the same. She would need a lot of revelry that night to distance herself from the senseless brutality, she reckoned...in which case, it was best to start early, no?