<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Kyla_Thumb.JPG)</div><br/>Kyla<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 14 (nude)<br/>hp 6<br/><br/>Perception +2 (Passive +12)<br/>Sense Motive +0<br/></div></div><br/>Somewhat smaller in just about every measurement, Kyla didn't have as far to drop to be back barefoot on their room floor.  Rolling her eyes she responded, "Easy for you to say.  You're the one with all the... assets to do the distracting with.  I just have a gift for tongues."  She smirked at her own little play on words, and joined Majet in washing up.  Face and hands would do for now, and of course, donning her own clothes took way less time than getting her lover into that metal casing she loved so much.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~*~*~</div><br/>Unlike her companion, Kyla left most of her things back in their room.  It was difficult enough toting all of her kits and whatnot around with her when they travelled, she didn't feel the need to be dragging all that weight around town if she didn't need to.  The only thing she did have was her mother's skull, wired all prettily in gold, and dangling from her belt.  Most of the time her outer robe covered it, but mother did always have that streak of curiosity, so she peeked every now and again.  Hopefully these folk wouldn't freak out about it as much.<br/><br/>Kyla followed in Majet's wake, finding it easier to follow behind and let the crowd part for the warrior woman.  When they got close enough to hear, she sped up a little to be beside her when they faced the crier.