Fiera smiled at Vash'ti, relaxing a great deal at how Vash'ti was answering her doubts in that manner, feeling the woman was scary but yet seeming trusthworthy in a strange way. She let out a soft breath at Quinta's hands on her back, shivering at their touch as the wrap came loose and fell off her modest bust, the elven woman pressing her back lightly against Quinta's hands. Her body was not particularily strong but the lithe, graceful muscles gave her a firm feel under the warrior's hands, the skin still soft and its fair color even.<br/><br/>Fiera's hands had moved to opening her pants silently as she heard the splash that Hallen made, feeling the magics in the air and thinking silently about them. This place was puzzling but not entirely in a bad manner perhaps. Just dangerous. Watching the goblin climbing out of the water she couldn't help but chuckled faintly. "You plan on having her help that way?" She was not entirely sure what to think of it. It wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't outright evil either given the situation, perhaps. The fact she would not remember being part of that thought.<br/><br/>The elven woman's fingertips opened her belt, letting it loose before guiding her skirt down her thighs. Her fingertips catching on the edge of her underwear to bring it down along with the skirt there, the copper haired elven woman standing there wearing only her shoes and the simple talisman on her neck, her clothes and the sack she carried with her laying on the ground afterwards. Silently she kneeled to untie the simple knots in her shoes lacing, pulling the toughened leather open enough to pull her feet free.<br/><br/>She did not dress in long flowing robes of a mage, she might seem like a normal elven girl in town at a quick glance, slender and in good health maybe but still not giving the impression of a great mage by the way she was dressed at least. Now, without clothing covering her fair body her modest form showed well, her earthly brown eyes watching the others as she turned to face Quinta and ran her fingers along the warrior's arms, smirking a bit briefly. "Do you need a hand with your armor?" She spoke in a casual tone, casting a brief look at Alphonse. She was not particularily hiding her naked form but her thighs were pressed firmly to one another. Not that it hid much, it seemed her body lacked the patch of hair usually present at a lady's form, whether this was by nature as some whispered rumors sometimes might suggest, or by intension and work, was hard to say.<br/><br/><hr/>At 2011-08-27 04:51:54, Fiera (uid: 16754) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30874)<br/>Fiera's Spellcraft totals 20, at a natural 9 and +11 modifier.