A catgirl going off to fight rats. Where Redli more sober, she'd properly appreciate the amusing circumstances, but the spirits already in her gut compelled her to leap at the adventuring opportunity!<br/><br/>"Attacking a tavern?!" she shouted. "That's the lowest of lows! Lemme at 'em, I'll show them what for!"<br/><br/>Right then and there she swung the greatsword over her head in a vertical arc, bringing it to a holding position at an angle in front of herself. (http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters/cloud-stance-render.jpg)<br/><br/>"Roll call!" she shouted. "Who's the pointy-hat, who's the lil' stabber, and who's the hand-layer? I'm the smasher!"<br/><br/>This was of course adventuring terminology for the most common professions such folk had. However, growing up in a traditionalist commune made her sheltered to the new-fangled 'jobs' out there. To her parents, there were only two kinds of mages: holy healers dispensing justice with a mace beneath several layers of armor, and weak scrawny guys who can bend reality simply by reading enough books. The concept of a person singing magic into the world, or heaven forbid and arcane spellcaster making pacts with otherworldly entities would send them into shock.