A tall thin lady whose shield, hip, and clothing bears a holy symbol of Desna wanders in. She is followed by a short figure in hell knight plate. She waves, "Hi, I'm Ceres Chantelle Blakros. This is my bodyguard, Axeminster." Ceres then wanders on to look out the nearest window (and if that isn't in the room, to the books. If neither exists, she turns around to leave the room -- only to be stopped by Axeminster).
The hellknight opens her helm, revealing stone-colored flesh. "Axeminster, hellknight and bodyguard of Ceres Blakros. You see what I have to put up with? Don't worry, we're professionals. It will be okay."
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Ceres is my Aesimar cleric of Desna (travel and luck); think buff-bot space-cadet younger sister and you're not far off. And yes, I spent the prestige to be adopted by a certain prominent family.
Axeminster is my wife's Oread two-handed fighter/hellknight. Think put-upon older sister with a large chip on her shoulder (being required by her order to guard the chaotic space cadet isn't exactly calming).
My job is to talk us out of trouble. When that fails: her job is to kill or intimidate things, mine to make sure she does it well.
