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Well... That was your suggestion wasn't it! I'll have a courier deliver a gift basket of wine and cheese.

The flight token is worse than a potion of fly or a wizard casting fly. It doesn't last as long, and it is harder to control your flight, but it is cheaper...

Ami laughs a bit. "No need for a gift basket, I'm just happy it helped. As for the flight token, I might look into it. These potions of flying are killing me, I have to spend at least 750 gold a mission to get within rapier range."

My preparations most defiantly served me well. I feel that I've been able pay forward the favours senior pathfinders have shown me by adventuring with some junior members, and having the tools to get the team out of a rough spot when our back was against the wall a time or two. Now that those pathfinders have seen and survived the abominations of this world, they are better prepared for future adventure.

Jet produces a Feather Token and an Oil.

These trinkets have saved the lives of my companions and myself in these past few missions. This is a Floating Feather Feather Token, and allows you to fly for a short duration once. I was in Magnimar recently and found it of utmost importance to relocate to another nearly inaccessible firing location, with this token I was able to fly to and land at another perch to get the clear line of fire needed to put down a mad man.

This is a Oil of Bless Weapon, and has been invaluable for putting down the fiendish and abyssal forces I've been encountering recently. It enchants your weapon with the cosmic essence of Good, and aids in cutting through the unholy hides of damned beasts.

These trinkets are costly, but in the end it is a small price to bring the whole team home alive.

Ami smiles a bit.

"I"m glad MY suggestion for an Oil of Bless Weapon served you well. As for the flight token . . . is it better than a potion of fly? I'll have to look in on that."

Read up a bit, it was Ami who suggested an oil of bless weapon :-D

... Yes, a few years ago 'not liking you' would have been a mild term. But I now doubt some of the beliefs I've once held...

I don't approve of the pillaging of Kyonin ruins, but I can no longer oppose it with the extreme measures I once did. There is a Taldane phrase I've found disturbingly accurate: 'No man is an island'. It is a commoners phrase but there is Brightness in it. Erastil knows it is appropriate when working with the pathfinders.

It sounds like your mission saved the life on an elven scout and returned an artifact to my people. Without your aid, that scout would be dead... I was a Kyonin scout before joining the Pathfinders.

My time with the Society is nearly done, when I return to Kyonin I shall work to ensure that the elves join the greater community of Golarion, and so that on your next endeavor into Kyonin ruins you have a guide instead of needing to sneak in.

Ami looks visibly relieved.

Ami! Yes, my journey went very well. There was a last minute substitution and comrade of mine took up the mission to Nex, but I was re-routed to Magnimar and then Nidal. On top of that I just caught word of more trouble in Nidal and intend to ship out tonight.

It is Jetanmerun, but enough about me. How have your adventures gone? Jet's eyes are bloodshot from pouring over the tomes and is all too happy for the distraction.

"Oh, really sorry about that Jetanmerun," She repeats his name several more times to make sure she's memorized it.

"My last adventure I, uh-huh," she makes a nervous chuckle. "Well, you may not like me for this, but I was ordered" she puts a strong emphasis on the word, indicating she was not a fan her mission."To go to some ancient Elven Ruins."

"I hope you don't think less of me, I know how protective Kyonin is of their ancenstral lands. I do want to say I worked night and day to make sure that the artifact was returned to Kyonin. Cost me a few favors too, but it was worth it."

Out for a casual stroll in the grand lodge, Ami spies a familiar elf sitting under a statue to the famous pathfinder. She jogs over to him, shifting into her kitsune form as she does.

"Oh, if it isn't . . . uhhhh . . . oh, y'know, I've quite forgotten your name? It's Ami" she says pointing to herself. "We met when you were making your shopping list before heading off to . . . where was it . . . Nex?"

She bows slightly before continuing.

"I trust your journey went well?"

Ami shakes her head no and turns to the side a little.

"I-uh, no. My village was quite isolated from other Kitsune villages, and, eto-sa, my parents were fairly, uhhh, 'protective' as well. I never had a chance to socialize with Kitsune outside of my village, well, not really. I'm sure your parents were great shamans or spiritualists though. Don't take my ignorance as meaning anything."

"Oh, uh, hai". The fencer crosses her hands in front of her lap and bows forward (Referance)

"Watanabe Ami, Dozo Yoroshiku-etosa, erm, I mean, how do you do." The Kitsune seems slightly embarrassed and takes a moment to compose herself. "Sorry, as you can tell I'm from Tien-Xia. When people get formal around me I tend to . . . revert back to my old ways. It's nice to meet you Mr. K- erm, Pan. My name is Watanabe Ami, oh, I mean, um, my family name is Watanabe."

"I never hide, unless it's to lure a fool into range of this." Jess tapped her bow as she fluttered her five tails tellingly. Clearly it's point of vanity for her. "The user of of the arrows was a grenadier..his arrows were full of quite telling surprises.. infused with alchemical fire and a frost bomb." She grinned as she pulled out a bottle and sipped it.

"Holy water is nearly universally good. Evil critters from beyond.. undead...halflings that won't bathe..." She shrugged. "I find that a few durable arrows kills most things.. or annoys them enough not to notice the big man with the great sword" She waggled her fingers a bit. "And occasionally I get a weak willed lummox who doesn't suspect the pretty fox lady in armor of magic."

"Oh, I wouldn't call it hiding, really. I mean, I'm not particularly good at looking like a human. It just, y'know, doesn't give little kids the opportunity to grab my tail."

She looks around self-conciously, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, you can use magic? That's really neat. I tried for a bit to learn in my hometown, but I guess I just didn't have the knack for it. Most I learned how to do was the little light thing . . . I think it's called . . . dancing lights? I was told that some can tap into their inner Kitsune to channel more powerful magics, but I never was able to. I have great respect for those who can, though."

Ami frowns and looks down at the checklist.

"An outreach program? Not that I know of. The famous pathfinder Jarelle rescued me from a shipwreck. More than likely you actually have run into a Kitsune, many of us go around in human form. I know that if I don't children try and pet me and pull my tail, it is quite rude. The Kitsune sighs and shifts around in her clothes, indicating she finds the sensation of fur on clothes a little disconcerting.

"I- uh, I hate to add to add to the shopping list, but you do have holy water right? Great for undead and evil extrapo-,er, extra-, evil devil things. I once ran into an evil-tainted swarm, resisted fire and acid, and weapons, but holy water did the trick.

A strangely red-haired woman in casual clothes with a rapier on her side walks by the broken statue and pauses at the strange scene. She saunters up and takes a curious glance at the notes before noticing the two other Kitsune.

"Goodness, it seems I'm inappropriately attired she responds. Then, almost imperceptibly swiftly, she suddenly has fox ears, a fox tail, and fur covering her body, along with a muzzle, though is still humanoid.

"Ooh, been a while since I've done that. Got a crick in my neck." She rubs massages her own neck while looking down at the checklist.

"Did you look into oils of bless weapon? I don't need them myself anymore, but I know a lot of people swear by them, they overcome a lot of nasty creatures resistances, and they cost less than an oil of align weapon.

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Ami." She reaches down to shake the elf's Hand.

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Oh my! That man is . . . is very very angry. I . . . I'll just be going . . .

The small Tien woman tries to start disloging herself from the crowd and slipping out the back.

I fear I may be giving you the wrong impression. Ami replies sheepishly.
I mean, after my parents decided that I had no talent for combat, my parents tried to marry me off to another clan in order to cement trade relations between our two peoples. But, well, my husband to be was . . . He was not interested in making 'our' life happy. He didn't do anything bad, but he just wanted me to cook and clean and, well if I needed a hobby or socialization, I was supposed to play Majong withe the wives of his friends, and that wasn't for me. So I came here, after getting sidetracked in the mwangi, where a fellow pathfinder introduced me to the Taldan world of fencing. But I here that kind of arranged marriage is common on this side of the world, am I wrong?

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Sheliantha, the varisian woman, looks to the new arrivals. "Welcome all, this is, in fact, the meeting hall for those of us in Liberty's Edge. Do come in and I've covered the bar tabs for this afternoon. Priviledges of rank, don't y'know." Her nose wrinkles in a smile which causes some of the tattoos on her face to look somehow, different.

She addresses Ami-San, no recognition of anything but humanity in her. "Oh, oppressed into servitude to someone you don't want. Sounds awfully like slavery to me. Either way, though, it is something to be fought. I believe you have escaped the forced marriage, or do I have it wrong? But, not being allowed back into your old life is intimidating to say the least. Feel welcome here, and I think you can find us to be a new family. Take your time, and find your place."

Oh, yes, I did escape. Well, I sort of . . . My . . . she slips into Tien for a moment, under her breath. Nantoka? Shinseki de Tarudoru-go wa . . . nandesuka . . . etousa . . .a, souda. My . . . extended family? may still be looking for me? Is that the word?

I know it's not my place but, uh, it just seems to me that maybe there are more issues to freedom than JUST slavery. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't like slavery, but, like indentured servitude . . forced marrigaes . . . that thing were you become a slave if you're in debt . . . I mean, shouldn't we work against those as well?

"A forced marriage, you say?" The powerfully built aasimar turns her head to one side, thoughtfully. "I guess that my usual plan - dramatic escape on a fast horse - would still work, with minimal changes. I've never tried it with a giant wasp, but I expect the principle is basically the same."

Ami is viably taken back by the radiant outsider's words.

I? What? Pardon is that some sort of Taldan joke? I'm afraid I don't get your humor too well yet. Why . . . why would . . . giant wasps?

A strangely red-haired human of Tien decent tentatively speaks up. She wears a Mithral chain shirt and has a rapier on her hip.

Uh, excuse me? Is. . . is slavery the only thing Liberty's edge cares about? I uh, I kinda wondered if maybe we could take on some other issues? Like unwanted forced marriages. I mean, that's why I joined. . . am I, am I off base here?

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