<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The young man sympathetically listened as she spoke, his expression suddenly turning cheery so as to dissuade her from any more brooding, "Well! Don't worry about a thing, Ellen."<br/><br/>"When I become a great adventurer, you just call for me and I'll have a cleric ressurect you-" He snapped his fingers, "Just like that!"<br/><br/>As a divine agent herself, the ghost knew this was not impossible. At least not normally... Money wouldn't be an issue for any famous adventurer, but there were few clerics around anymore with the power to ressurect someone without even the smallest remnant of a body. And as long as she was 'alive' as a restless ghost, it wouldn't work. That would be just one of the many obstacles in her way to revival.<br/><br/>He looked for some words of consolation for the present situation, "That's good, though. You're like me, you gotta make the best of things! Enjoy everthing you can... Even if you have to work at it to feel the wind, you can still just see the skies! Hmmm. I know. On our way back, I'll show you the Empress' Cathedral. That temple back there looks like an outhouse compared to the capital's!"<br/><br/>He brushed his bright hair back and offered a smile.<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Liah wiped some sweat from her brow and turned her gaze upon the elven warrior, "Oh, of course not, Leander." She said, pursing her lips at him, "We only just got here..."<br/><br/>And here was his chance, his opportunity to eclipse Liah and demonstrate his skill and deftness to all the onlookers who were<em>supposed</em>to be focused on the woman. "But you can go first for a change." The adventuress added with a smile.<br/><br/>She put her hands upon her hips and shifted her weight onto one foot, "I'll wait here."<br/><br/><strong>Oona</strong><br/><br/>The Gnoll paused, taking her diminuitive hand in his own paw and bringing it down, "...You know what to do, right?"<br/><br/>Gone was his hyena-like smile and jovial personality. For the moment, it seemed like he really<em>did</em>care, that he was just as uncomfortable with it all as she was. It seemed that way, at least. He brought her hand down upon his crotch, his furry palm upon the back of her hand as it rested on the slight bulge developing within his trousers.<br/><br/>He brought her hand upon the crest at his belt buckle, a silver depiction of a dragon with wings outstretched.