GM Dak - Shattered Star 1

Game Master Dakcenturi

She has a stern gaze as she replies "I wouldn't get involved with them if you can help it. Young women such as yourselves have your whole life ahead of you and you don't need to be getting mixed up with that gang of buglers. However, if you are just looking for a friend, it could be a problem. Tracking down any of the Sczarni gangs is tricky normally, but as far as I've heard, the Tower Girls themselves have recently changed their headquarters."

"Informants have not yet been able to update the city watch as to their new headquarters, but I do know that a few months back, the Tower Girls had a falling out with another Sczarni gang, the Wreckwash Blades. For several weeks after that, rumor was that the Tower Girls were slumming it in an abandoned warehouse in Underbridge that they shared with a disreputable local by the name of Fenster the Blight. He may know where the Tower Girls, or perhaps Natalya, are located now. I can give you directions to this warehouse if you want to check it out. However, I would recommend taking some protection with you. Underbridge is definitely not the safest of places in Magnimar."

While they wait, Caroliss is seen reading a holy Calistrian text. After Esrisi experiences obvious frustration, Caroliss slides over. "It's pretty good for a holy book. We could read it together, Ez--it's just about to get . . . um . . . interesting." Caroliss blushes as she says this.

Regardless, she will be sure to buy Esrisi a snack while they wait (always important to keep her well fed), and also tell Drask about the painful delay.

* * *

It's a true relief when an officer shows up who is actually helpful. "It'd mean a lot to us if you could show us the way," agrees Caroliss. "This Fenster the Blight character doesn't sound good, though. Who is he, and what's he known for? Is he with a gang too?"

Gonna keep going under the assumption of the previous stealth rolls unless you ask for more, Dak:

After scoping out the place a bit, she slips down and moves closer, hoping for a better idea of what was going on in this place...

The woman holds her hands up in a 'wait a minute' gesture to Caroliss's words "Woh, slow your horses. I said I could give you directions not that I would show you there. While Natalya may or may not be missing, it's not really a priority for the watch until there is evidence of an actual crime being committed, especially for a shady character like Natalya. I don't mind sharing the information but there are plenty of more important things that I need to be looking into instead of escorting you around town."

Putting her hands back down she moves on to the actual question "Now as to good old Fenster... he is as unsavory as denizens of Magnimar’s most notorious slum get. He has lived in Underbridge for decades, although he’s changed homes many times over the years. As I mentioned, his current haunt is a partially collapsed warehouse on the shoreline. Fenster is a truly vile wretch,who hires himself out for any foul job that might come his way. In the past, he’s worked as a garbage scavenger, a goblin baiter, an alchemy test subject, and a disposer of bodies. He isn't in a gang, but he works with almost all of them.

***

Vel sneaks up to the building to give it a look. As far as she can tell, looking through the mostly boarded up windows, the place is truly abandoned. There is no one there. There are a few boards pulled off one of the back doors allowing entry into the decrepit place.

Veltariel snurls her nose at the place, before creeping in and looking for any signs of activity. If this was even just a holding area for prisoners immediately prior to being moved, then there should be some sort of sign of activity...

Vel creeps inside, squeezing through the door where some of the boards have been removed. It's a bit musty inside and there is only slivers of light filtering in through gaps between the boarded up window. The place is empty though. There aren't any immediate signs of people routinely using the building. Either the place truly is abandoned and the rumor they were told was just that, a rumor, or perhaps it is the first time these slavers plan to use the location. Either way, there isn't any evidence of regular use.

Shaking her head, Veltariel slips away and makes her way back to Adorellan.

”તે વીશી એક મૃત અંત લાગે છે. જ્યાં સુધી તેઓ પહેલીવાર આ ઇમારતનો ઉપયોગ કરવાની યોજના ન રાખે ત્યાં સુધી એવું લાગે છે કે તેમાં કેટલીકવાર પ્રવૃત્તિ જોવા મળી નથી.”
Elven: ”That tavern looks to be a dead end. Unless they plan to use this building for the first time, it looks like it has not seen activity for some time.”

It's true, Esrisi had gotten hangry and it had affected her patience. Luckily the snacks help calm the demons inside of her and allow her to keep her focus. When the cleric shows her the book, Esrisis' eyes widen in true shock. She reads some of the book, unable to decided if she was embarrassed or spellbound by the material. Her face flushes red as well and she hides the book from view from other people so that they cannot read the material which is surely sacrilege?

She lowers her voice to talk to Caroliss, speaking in hushed tones but still lining her voice with wide-eyed amazement "There is no way this is a holy book! Where did you get this thing?" Looking back down at the book she whispers again "Is this even legal? Should you be reading this here in Arvensoar?! The oracle looks around trying to look casual but in reality looking extremely guilty of something.

* * *

While Caroliss converses with the officer, Esrisi takes mental notes of the names and places she mentions. The oracle is actually relieved the officer won't be joining them on their search, that could prove problematic to meeting their goal through any means necessary opposed to doing it the way the law saw it. Which is probably the way Caroliss saw it to be honest. Oh well.

Esrisi has no further questions and thanks the officer for her time and support. As she leaves she stops by the desk and adds "It would be helpful to let your customers know that when they have an urgent problem that they should expect to wait four hours." She delivers her statement matter of factually, not ill undertones or harshness in her words.

With that task complete she regroups with Drask and Caroliss outside and catches the half-orc up on their findings. Once that is done they set off back to the lodge to regroup with the others, hoping that they've recovered valuable data on the slavers.

Drask is exactly where he was the last time Esrisi came outside. He's even standing with the same posture. The only difference is he has half a loaf of bread in his hands and is slowly ripping it up, alternating between scattering small bits on the ground for a dozen nearby birds to peck at and popping larger chunks in his own mouth. As Esrisi gets near the birds scatter and Drask stows the bread away, watching them fly. Always been jealous of you, just able to get up and fly away to wherever you want. He listens to Esrisi's words and nods, swallowing his last bite of bread. "Not sure why it took four hours to tell you that." He comments, but seems more curious than impatient. "Least we got something. Let's see how the others did."

As Esrisi understandably hurries to leave, Caroliss urges her to stay just a tad longer. "Can you tell us what Fenster the Blight looks like? And why's the gang called the Tower Girls anyway?"

Once her curiosity is satisfied, Caroliss is more than glad to head back home. "Tell me about it, Drask. There was nobody to answer our simple questions for hours! Can you imagine if there was a real emergency?" Caroliss lets out a huff, blowing her own hair upward in frustration.

"Gosh, I thought being a Pathfinder was going to be thrilling. But instead we're stuck bribing fake psychics and sitting around waiting for the city guard to even talk to us. Horrible! Someone needs to hand us another puzzle box to solve. Not open, mind you, just solve."

Mokhasi provides a literal translation to Sapher, and then tells Veltariel. સારું વેલ, તે એક મહાન વિચાર હતો. મને ખાતરી છે કે મેં વસ્તુઓની ખામી કરી હોત તેથી હું ખુશ છું કે તમે તપાસ કરી. મને બધા રસપ્રદ સ્મારકો યાદ આવ્યા - મેં સાંભળ્યું કે કેટલાક રત્નોથી બનેલા છે! અને સાફર અને મેં થોડોક આસપાસ જોયો.
In Elven. Well done Vel, that was a great idea. I’m sure I would have made a mess of things so I am glad you investigated. I remembered all the interesting monuments - I heard some are made of gems! And Sapher and I looked around for a bit.

”So, the lead we found may be less valuable than we thought, though I suppose we won’t know for certain. There are ways to hide one’s presence using magic, so that cannot be discounted. We may want to return tonight to ensure that nothing like that is happening. What do you both think?”

Esrisi listens to Caroliss's request and finds it reasonable. "Of course you are right Car, my fault. These are great questions."

* * *

Outside she agrees with Caroliss again. "Exactly. Where are the dungeons? Where are the lost treasures? Where is the excitement?"

Walking back she asks Drask, "So Car and I joined the Pathfinder for the freedom and excitement, is that why you've joined too? How long have you been a Pathfinder? No offense, but you don't seem like the typical type to me! At least, the ones I've met so far. [b]Which isn't a lot."

"Mhmm." Draegar walks in silence for a few moments, chewing over the question in his mind. "Don't care much for being a Pathfinder. Just a name, doesn't mean anything. Needed to become one to do this job though. Didn't see the harm, seemed less boring than the Serpent's Run anyways." Seems kind of weird now that I think of it. Like a job within a job. Does that mean I get paid twice?

Esrisi frowns at the answer from the large-half orc. She looks up at him, one eyebrow raised "Wait a minute, you became a Pathfinder so you could do a job? That's it? What about Exploring, Reporting and Cooperating? The mantra of the Pathfinder Society?"

Sapher sighs, "Could even be a trap, but... slavers are a cancer to everything, so even the chance to crush them seems worth it... to me at least." she does agree the pre-scout job by Vel was a great idea.

"Maybe the others found out something more at the watch. Hopefully that is."

Drask shrugs. "Job has it's good and bad parts. Like most jobs. Good part is I'm supposed to get some real fighting, not that pretend crap." He cranes his neck around, eyes sweeping the street as he absentmindedly scratches the scar on his chest. "Was worried when I got a second job that was talking to people, but you seem to have that under control."

Esrisi wrinkles her nose and shivers as if a cold spell had overtaken her. "You mean you actually want to fight? Why would you purposefully engage in such a dangerous activity?" She looks over the visible scars on his body and quickly realizes that line of conversation was probably not the correct one. Eyeing the scars she nods, "Fair enough, to each their own I suppose." He clearly is familiar with battle. Probably a safe bet to run to him if you're in trouble somewhere Ez.

When he mentions her talking, she shrugs as well. "I'm definitely not in this for the money, that's for sure." Thinking about why she is here, she looks up to the sky and stares at the sun as it begins it's descend to the horizon.

"I guess the truth of the matter is that I enjoy conversing with people and learning all about the different cultures and mysteries of life. While my earlier years are difficult to recall, the last several have been brutally sheltered and this is the first time I've really been out on my own. I'm here to learn about the secrets of Golarion, whatever she may hold."

Leaning a little closer to the half-orc she bumps his shoulder with her own and smirks. She makes a show of pretending to lower her voice to a whisper but actually raises it in a mock whisper "That and someone has to look out for Princess Desire over there." She winks at him and giggles to herself, not looking back for Caroliss's reaction but knowing she heard her.

Drask let's another small stretch of silence develop before answering. "Mhmm, I get that. Want to know more about the world. Grew up and didn't see much of it. You and I share that." He snorts, then spits onto the street. He lets a bit more time pass, not seeming to notice Esriri's impatience or discomfort with silence. When she teases Caroliss he snorts a laugh, then raises a fist to his mouth in a poor attempt to disguise his laughter as a cough.

Before departing the Arvensoar Caroliss asks a couple more questions. The watch officer chuckles to herself at first "You definitely won't miss Fenster. He is more skin and bone than meat. His skin is grey in places and one of his eyes is clouded over with a white film. When you see him you will know it is him."

She thinks a moment on the second question "Hard to say for sure, but it may have something to do with the fact they operate as second-story burglars. They never break in from the ground floor."

With no other questions the woman wishes you good luck and returns back to the open doorway she came from.

***

Eventually you all make your way back to the Pathfinder lodge in the Alabaster district. The sun is beginning to set over Magnimar. As you approach you can smell the delicious scents of food coming from inside. You have a few hours to spare before the potential midnight slave pickup if you plan to investigate it.

Mokhasi returns to the lodge and greets the other Pathfinders, removing his hat and dusting it off. "Good evening. We had a somewhat productive search, or I should say, Sapher and Veltariel did. I mostly provided moral support!" Mokhasi laughs at himself. "Sapher learned that the slavers may be meeting this evening at an abandoned tavern on the docks called the Puffy Pelican. Veltariel was wise, and scouted the place out ahead of time and found that it was seemingly abandoned and unused for some time. There is supposed to be a meeting this evening at midnight, if we would like to go. Did you have any luck finding out about the Tower Girls?"

As the smell of food gets to Drask he feels his stomach rumble. He's only had bread the last six hours and feels like he could eat an entire horse. Ignoring the others he follows his nose, going strait to the food and gathering the largest pile of meat one could conceivably pile onto a plate. He finds whoever is serving drinks and waves them over. "Two meads, something dwarven." He didn't know much about dwarves, but from personal experience he knew their stomachs were strong and they made drinks to match. Once he had his food and drinks in hand, he makes his way back to the others and sits down, ravenoualy digging in to the mountain of cooked carrion.

Sapher nods in agreement to Mok's summary, and adds "We should discuss this in the dining room. It could be a long night, and we don't want any rumbles from our midsections as we attempt to be quiet." she is moving toward the place as she listens to whatever the others finds out.

Veltariel removes her cloak and hangs it up by the door before stowing her pack room assigned to her. She then makes her way downstairs and takes a seat. She crosses her legs and looks to a servant. ”વાઇન. એલ્વેન વાઇન.”

Elven: ”Wine. Elven wine.”

Put my token in what looked to be the dining hall, where I figure she’d be sitting.

She watches disdainfully as the half-orc tore into his pile of meat like the animal he seemed to be. She instead waited for food to be served as properly as it could be.

Mokhasi nods, and ambles in, putting his pack down under his chair. He stretches and leans over the table, sitting next to Veltariel, his elbows resting on the surface, writing in his journal.

Sapher gets and then sets her food down in front of her, then folds her hands together around her golden ring, and speaks softly to her goddess for a few moments. As she listens to the others tell of their day or discuss the next steps, she'll eat in a measured pace, savoring each bit of her spiced vegetables and buttered breads to their fullest while partaking whatever local brew the server suggested.

"Wowwy, wo wungry." Caroliss is seen stuffing her mouth with a piece of buttered bread. She washes the thing down with a mug of water and swallows. "You know, it was really a wretched afternoon--the ineffectiveness of the city guard is astonishing. They don't have a single person at their front desk who's of any help at all!" Caroliss takes a few more bites, a little less ravenously now that she's talking.

"Anyway, after waiting around for four hours, we got a good lead. The Tower Girls had a falling out with the Wreckwash Blades, whoever they are, and then the Tower Girls went to live with some creeper named Fenster the Blight. Skinny guy, blotchy skin with gray patches, has a cloudy eye. Real charmer, I'm sure." She starts eating some fish--much better looking than their morning meal. "He apparently lives in some broken warehouse in Underbridge. I say we go check it out tonight!"

Esrisi quickly makes her way to the food as well. It's amazing how one can work up such an appetite just sitting around all afternoon doing nothing! She dives into the bread as she takes her seat, shaking her head at Caroliss's description of their afternoon events. "It was terrible. We waited forever."

Esrisi wrinkles her nose when Caroliss mentions Underbridge. "For those of you not from this area, Underbridge is not the type of place one typically would choose to visit late in the evening as it holds less than our best examples of society. I wonder, how close is this broken warehouse in Underbridge to the Puffy Pelican? We may be able to visit both tonight."

"If there is any chance the slavers will show in that place, we should go." Sapher says simply, but confidently. "No one, of any race, should be enslaved." her words are stone "But if that alone isn't enough to do it, if it becomes known we stopped these bastards, we everyone is whispering in the dark about them, we might get more willing help from people. Even the watch."

"Forgot to mention, the Tower Girls might not be in Underbridge anymore--that was a temporary stop but they've got a new base. Problem is the city watch didn't know where that base was."

She thinks about the slaver plot and seems unconvinced. "Sounds to me from what Vel saw that there's no way the Puffy Pelican is an active slaver site. We've got important things to do then chase imaginary enemies!"

GM do we know how close the two locations are to each other?

Foiled by Knowledge Local once again! Hurry up and get to level 7 Mokhasi! :)

Esrisi bites her lip, torn on path forward. "Maybe Car, but we can't discount it completely. I think it's still worth a visit to investigate."

She chomps on her bread and starts to butter another piece, waiting until all of food is chewed and swallowed so she does not talk improperly with food in her mouth. "Maybe we can ask around Underbridge and see what we can uncover about leads to their new location? We should be able to fill the time leading up to midnight with some investigation work for more leads. What do you think about that?"

Knowledge local is level 2, decent diplomacy is level 7. :D Mokhasi doesn’t understand Magnimar until he’s been here a while!

”It sounds like underbridge is a shady place. Perfect to go explore! That said, I would go to the Pelican this evening no matter what. Logically we have a definitive time constraint regarding the pelican that we do not want to miss, whereas the other leads are all open-ended. Absent some evidence that the meeting won’t happen, it seems worth watching. The lack of existing evidence of meetings does not mean meetings will not happen in the future. Sapher was very persuasive, I’m sure her tip was good.” Mokhasi says this seriously, after getting up and drinking whatever beer Sapher is drinking. He only eats a few bites of fish and some root vegetables, if they are available.

"The problem is that you just don't like sleep enough!" Apparently satisfied with her meal quite quickly, Caroliss starts munching on an apple for dessert.

She considers what she knew of Magnimar. "Well, Underbridge is literally under an ancient, broken bridge, and isn't that far from the docks, which means it can't be that hard to get to the Puffy Pelican. If we run out of things to do, I guess we can check it out. But you can tell me how right I was when we go there and it's a big empty lot!"

"I vink ee huld ee airful ahhoot ohing out ahht aight." Drask comments, the food in his mouth making his already hard to understand speech completely unintelligible. He swallows, taking a long drought of dwarven mead to wet his throat. "Should stay together, no splitting up this time."

Esrisi rolls her eyes at Caroliss's comment about getting sleep. Of course that's house she's interpreting this.

The oracle cringes when Drask's speech is completely lost on her due to all the food in his mouth. She actually stops chewing to watch him attempt to speak. She leans forward and whispers "You shouldn't talk with your mouthful Drask, it's considered rude."

Sitting back up straight in her chair, she wipes her mouth with her napkin and folds her hands on the table. "It sounds like we have a plan then. We'll go together down to Underbridge to see if we can hunt down any information on the location of the Tower Girl's new hideout. We can probably ask around about Natalya as well while we are doing this. After we spend some time and hopefully come with with some more leads, we can check out the Pelican."

Looking over at Drask she smirks and chides her companion. "You might need to carry Caroliss back on your shoulder though, it'll certainly be past her bedtime."

Looking around the table she asks, "Anyone opposed? Any additions?"

Please continue that thread as needed to discuss plans.

* * *

When the meal and planning are concluded, Esrisi waits patiently for a time where Veltariel separates herself from the arcanist and appraoches him quietly.

From where Vel scouted to where the city watched gave directions it is about a mile. Nearly opposite ends of the Dockway district.

"Ohh, ihh id?" Drask says, his mouth already full from the next bite. He continues chewing and looks at the wall, lost in thought. Why is it rude? I need to eat, wouldn't it be more rude to not talk since we're planning? He decides to come back to it later when they have the time for it. For now he resigns to finish his meal quietly since the others seem to have a plan well under way.

He chuckles at Esrisi's further teasing of Caroliss. He opens his mouth to speak but pauses, then quickly chews and swallows his bite. "Carried a lot of people when it gets late. Usually cause of drinking though. Few times I was the one needed carrying." He chuckles again as if remembering those times, leaving one to think 'what poor soul had to carry this enormous bastard home?'.

With our slowest members at a base speed of 20 feet (including Sapher for being a dwarf and Drask for wearing medium armor), we should be able to walk a mile in 30 minutes.

The aasimar stares at Drask, her mouth hanging slightly open.

Gods!!! What poor creature carries HIM?!

So it sounds like the plan is Underbridge while you have some time to kill and then on to the Pelican? Going to wait a bit to move us on for the Mok/Es conversation in case it has any bearing on things.

Well that's what Esrisi wants to do, that doesn't mean that's what everyone else wants to do! ;) As far as Ez/Mok, we can continue it in spoilers, no need to wait on us for that. I don't want to hold things up.

Caroliss shudders a little at the thought of the half-orc carrying her. "So--I'm going to freshen up, and then let's go!"

With that, Caroliss excuses herself to fix her hair and makeup while the others finish their meal.

That plan works for me. We have time to kill anyway.

Shortly after Caroliss excuses herself, Veltariel rises and leaves the dining hall as well. She makes her way to where Caroliss has wandered, then waits in a spot that she would have to pass to return to the others. When she eventually re-emerges, Veltariel says ”હેલો મને લાગે છે કે મારે માફી માંગી છે. હું તમારી સાથે ટૂંકા હતા, અને તે અનિચ્છનીય હતું. તમારી લોહીની લલચાવના મનુષ્યના મંદી માટે તમે દોષી નથી. હું માનું છું કે હું તમારા પરના કેટલાક માટે મારા વિક્ષેપનો ઉલ્લેખ કરી રહ્યો છું, જે યોગ્ય નથી.”

Elven: ”Hello. I feel I owe you an apology. I was short with you before, and it was unwarranted. You are not at fault for the human dilution of your bloodline. I believe I was inferring some of my distaste for another onto you, which is not fair.”

She steps closer and adds ”મને ખબર નથી કે તમારી પાસે વાસ્તવિક ઇલેવન સંસ્કૃતિમાં કેટલો એક્સપોઝર છે, પરંતુ જો તમે ક્યારેય તમારી ઇલેવન વારસો વિશે શીખી શકો છો, અથવા તમારી એલ્વેન ભાષા કુશળતાને પ્રેક્ટિસ પણ કરી શકો છો, તો હું મદદ કરવા તૈયાર છું.”

Elven: ”I don't know how much exposure you have had to true elven culture, but if you would ever like to learn of your elven heritage, or even practice your Elven language skills, I would be willing to help.”

Quick, detect magic Caroliss!

Caroliss is startled to catch Veltariel staring at her, while she's alone. Damn it, where's Mokhasi?

She doesn't seem to let her guard down when Vel apologizes. As usual, she tries to conceal her discomfort. "So . . . um . . ." Is that your way of trying to be friends with me? You're not doing a very good job.

She finally responds--and intentionally does so in common. "That's nice of you, I think. But you obviously don't like Esrisi very much, and she's my best friend in the whole world. I've been learning a lot about my elven heritage today, and it seems to have a lot to do with hating everyone who's different from you. I already get enough of that from my family. So, maybe we can just agree not to say mean things about each other. That's all I really want. Just focus on the mission."

Sapher is happy with the plan, since it involves ending the slavers, even if it is second on the list. She'll sit in the dining room, munching and contentedly watching those entering and leaving. People are strange, but a bit fascinating, in a way only a outsider will notice.

Veltariel shakes her head. ”હું બધાને કિલ્લાઓથી દૂર રાખીને નફરત કરતો નથી, અને આપણા લોકો પણ કરતો નથી. હું દ્વાર્ફ, જીનોમ, ફાય, વિવિધ અન્ય સાથે સારા સંબંધો ધરાવે છે. પરંતુ જ્યાં સુધી તેઓ તેમના ઇરાદાને સાબિત ન કરે ત્યાં સુધી લોકોમાં શ્રેષ્ઠમાં ધારે તે માટે મને ખૂબ અપરાધ થયો છે. ખાસ કરીને મનુષ્યો. તમે તમારા મિત્ર માટે ઊભા છો, જે પ્રશંસાપાત્ર છે. મારી આપની ઑફર પ્રામાણિક છે. જો તમે ક્યારેય કીયોનિન અથવા અમારા લોકોમાં જીવન વિશે વાત કરવા માંગતા હો, તો હું ઉપલબ્ધ છું.”

Elven: ”I do not hate all others aside from elves, nor do our people. I’ve had good relationships with dwarves, gnomes, fey, various others. But I have been wronged too much to assume the best in people until they prove their intentions first. Especially humans. You have stood up for your friend, which is commendable. My offer to you is sincere. If you ever wish to talk about life in Kyonin, or our people, I am available.”

Once everyone has finished eating and all have made their own preparations the group departs. Stepping outside the lodge the night sky is flooded with light radiating up from the streets of Magnimar below. From your perch above the city in the Alabaster district it is quite a site to see the city lit at night reflecting against the water of the bay. One district stands out in particular, Lowcleft, where some of the party had been earlier in the day. As opposed to much of the common orangish-yellow light of the rest of the city, Lowcleft is lit up with a varying array of colorful lights. Of course, out of the whole city Dockway, where you are headed is one of the least lit districts.

It takes a bit of time since you have to walk all the way through the Capital district before you can cross into Dockway and then head northeast toward Underbridge. Luckily you have some time to spare.

Once you reach Underbridge you can definitely tell that this is the worst part of the city. Seedy taverns, poorly run brothels, and rat-infested gambling dens compete with salt-blasted tenement buildings and cheap flophouses. Underbridge’s roads are little more than muddy gaps between slumping shanties and decaying shacks. As you walk along as a group most people do their best to avoid you. However, one man not paying particular attention looks up just as he bumps into Esrisi. Startled he looks up and says "Beggin' yer pardon miss. Wasen watchin' wheres I was goin'." He starts to move off to the side of the muddy road to let you pass, bowing his head in apology. As far as any of you can see he did just bump into her.

While they are walking through the areas, Esrisi is out in front. Where a leader should always be. She points out the monuments and other areas of significance as they walk through them. Several times she make mention the significance of numbers as they relate to the monuments, her interest in numerology shining through.

Esrisi is sensitivity about touching and being touched. When something touches her that she is not aware of, she will always flinch and pull away. When someone bumps into her, she can't help but let a small exclamation of surprise burst from her lungs. She crosses her gloved arms across her chest, hugging herself and stepping backwards away from the man. "W-Watch where you are going next time!"

Ez, be nice.

"Sir" she appends, her movements clearly showing trepidation about something. She shivers and tries to shake it off.

In all actuality it very well could have Esrisi avoiding that huge muddy patch on the ground that caused the collision, not that she'd ever admit that of course. Shaking her head she says to no one in particular, "Can you believe that guy? Got my tunic all covered in grim. Ugh"