<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oHNvtuN.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><br/>Excellence Spelloyal<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Contents:</strong><br/>After gleefully watching retribution rain down on an archer, Excellence's worries turn to something dire...the state of her clothes, of course!<br/><hr/>"My, my, my. How tragic." Despite the sorrowful tone with which she spoke, an outlandishly broad grin revealed sharply pointed teeth as she joyously watched that piece of filth writhe in agony as he was charred to death. In this moment, she might've truly been confused for the very devilish subjects from hell who she bore such a close resemblance to...but what goes around, simply must come around. A cheeky giggle akin to ringing bells escaped her as she happily leaned out the window and watched until the charred remains of what used to be a hobgoblin ceased moving.<br/><br/>"Hehe~. Not as if his life was worth half as much as this outfit anyway! He got what he deserved~." Seemingly without interest for the rest of the battle, Excellence this time tugged the arrow out of her shoulder--which she'd hardly noticed due to the excitement of getting to roast the idiot who'd offended her so alive. She seemed much more content to mend her clothes and clean them of blood with a few casts of prestidigitation than to fight. And so, she plopped herself right back down in her seat, rifling around in her bag to pull out her perfume to do away with the smell of blood.<br/><br/>"I'm kinda busy in here! Take out the rest of the lot if you want, but I've done my part. You guys have fun though~." Without hesitation, nor shame, Excellence promptly shouted out to her comrades that she, indeed, had more important matters to attend to. Perhaps she'd be more inclined to continue the battle if their situation were more severe...but right now the threat level was not high enough to justify her looking like a bloody mess for any longer. If they wanted to fight a battle they'd already won, then why should she bother continuing? They were more than strong enough to completely obliterate the remaining stragglers without her if they really wanted to. Besides...she smelled like blood and ash. That simply would. Not. Do. Not that this kind of vanity was anything new.