<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 41/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 32<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>4 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (4/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - <del>Litany of Sloth</del>, Litany of Sloth, Litany of Weakness<br/>2nd - Invisibility<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/><del>Command</del>, Charm Person</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Outside of Maldur<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Margrat, Mr Dwarf<br/><br/>Princess Harriet did her best to get as close to the first with the chair as possible without actually interfering with Margrat's work - the woman was going out of her way to aid her, so it was the least that Harriet could do to try to not be a nuisance. Hospitality was warm and welcoming, even if she wasn't being received with completely open arms. Then again, she could not fault them for their caution.<br/><br/>Harriet opened her mouth to speak for a moment but closed it after a moment.<strong>"I cannot speak for what may be in my eyes, for today has been a long day that has brought with it... some changes, I fear. Not of my own volition. But I can promise that I hold you no ill will."</strong>She shook her head, trying to clear the spider webs inside to no avail.<strong>"To either of you. Or the pup, or anything."</strong>She sponged with the towel, and each time it became laden with water, she held it over the hearth to squeeze it out a bit, letting the water splatter on the solid stone to sizzle against the fire's heat.<br/><br/>It was only after a few moments of silence that Princess Harriet realized how rude she was being, and she jerked to her feet with a surprised,<strong>"OH!"</strong>She blushed, even looked embarrassed.<strong>"My apologies, I hadn't uh, introduced myself. I am Miss Aubrey. A pleasure to make your acquaintances."</strong>She gave a small curtsy, as polite as a peach. It helped that she was feeling much better, with the smells of the soup alone starting to sustain her.<br/><br/>And when the actual soup got to her, she dove in. Still polite about it, but 'shoveling' would have been the proper verb for how she was transporting the food, not waiting for it to cool properly. Normally that would have taken even the headstrong Princess Harriet aback, forced some patience, but it didn't seem to bother her much at all. It didn't even register.<br/><br/>Didn't matter though, because the food was delicious and she thanked Margrat earnestly for the meal. It warmed her from the inside, made her feel more lively already. But she still wanted to get properly dried out. She glanced over to the husband of the house before leaning forward to Miss Margrat, talking quietly.<strong>"Miss Margrat, I, uh. I am wearing some armor that is making it difficult to get properly dry, but I need some assistance in taking it off. Um. Additionally, I do not have a spare set of dry clothes. While I am not so arrogant as to demand you clothe me, I was unsure if your husband would approve of me drying myself in the nude...."</strong>Her tone made it clear that her husband (and Margrat, by way of being asked this) approving of this course of drying was all that kept "Miss Aubrey" from doing just that though.<br/><br/>After all, what was the point of pale, supernatural beauty if you weren't going to flaunt it on occasion?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bluff of 11 to lie about name and title (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127757)</div></div>