Jasminder eyes the Halfling warily, still very much aware that she will be no good in a fight were it to come upon them again now.
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Jasminder collapses to the floor as the creature releases her upon death, panting heavily and bleeding from the wound the creature inflicted on her with it's tongue.
Watching the events unfold, Jasminder is a little surprised when Marc grabs the Halfling and everything goes to the Nine Hells... Snarling and racing forward as she sees the thing that used to be Walthus rip into Marc, she swings a claw at it as she closes. Unfortunately, in her haste to reach the creature, she over extends and her claw swishes over its head.
Never one to be overly diplomatic, Jasminder spends her time in the hut standing silently off to the side, allowing those with more skill at speaking to coax help from the frightened Halfling.
Jasminder nods her head to Xargin in thanks, and then rejoins the group to continue their journey once she is clean once more.
"Well fought," he says to Jasminder and Yumiko, looking somewhat sheepish at his lack of real contribution to the fight. "You are not hurt are you Jasminder?" "No, not wounded she says," colour starting to return to her face. At Yumiko's words, she first wipes her face, then looks down at her armour and frowns at the ichor dripping off it. "Sometimes battle leaves me... tired." She sighs and turns to jump to the next rock, but in her still recovering condition, she doesn't quite make it and makes a large splash as she falls in the water. Pulling her self up, she swims to the opposite bank. At least the creature has been washed off me, she thinks to herself. Although I seem to have traded the blood and slime for mud.
As the leech sinks below the surface, a visible change comes over Jasminder. It's almost as if she deflates, as her shoulders slump and she leans against her legs for support. The manic look is gone from her face, as her usual neutral expression once more comes over her features.
Laughing as the creature misses her and then has half it's head blown away by Yumiko, Jasminder slashes at the floundering leech once more.
The giant leech launches itself out of the water and bounces off Jasminder's armour. Growling at the creature, her eyes narrow and she renews her assault on the abberant monstrosity, claws slashing at the beast, and anger now marring her usually serene features.
Jasminder scowls as the log gives way and she falls into the water, but graciously accepts help getting out, and the offer of getting herself clean. She follows the others down the trail, alert after the footprints for signs of being followed.
Too busy looking behind, she does not notice the thing in the water until it is pointed out to her by Grendel. Sighing at the prospect of once more needing to get wet, she waits for the others to let loose their ranged weapons before she starts forward to engage the creature.
Jasminder comes to a halt behind the others as they begin to cross the river. She waits for the others to cross, watching behind the party before she follows across the log.
"Since then my oldest brother, Farrell, has taken over the family business. He wants me to spend my days sitting in a small room doing the books. I am happy to do my share, but I do not love it and seek more from life. I love being on the road and out in front of potential customers; it is where I am at my best." "I am sorry to hear of your father's passing," she says solemnly. "I can certainly understand the difficulties of not living up to what your family expects of you. I too prefer the open road and travel, and while I do not feel the need to be a 'hero', I did not want to be a party to my family's darker side. Hence, I decided to join a caravan and see the world. So far, the travel has been a pleasing distraction, but my claws do long for something a little more exciting." She flexes her fingers at this last statement, her claws making a grating sound as they tap against one another.
Jasminder is enjoying the countryside, as she always does when she is travelling, and smiles her strange grin at Marc as he approaches.
Jasminder greets everyone once they all arrive at the Inn, smiling a lopsided grin at them as introductions are made. Given that the others have already been talking about their plans, she mostly stays out of the discussion, only piping up to say that she will have to collect her things and buy some rations before they head out, but that she is looking forward to working with them.
Jasminder cocks her head at the strange sisters, a small smile on her face. She bows a short bow at them and introduces herself. "Jasminder," she says, carefully holding out a hand tipped with sharp claws. "Marc and I guarded a caravan route or two together for Sandru a while back."
Jasminder looks around once more, now appreciating the extra activity. "Goblins you say. It has been some time since my claws have tasted the blood of Goblins," she flexes her fingers and he can't help but remember how deadly her wicked claws could be. "The last few caravan runs for Sandru have been uneventful journeys. I have not seen you on a run recently, has the adventuring life taken hold of you?"
As Marc leaves the cathedral on his way back to the Rusty Dragon he spots Jasminder, whom he knows is one of Sandru's current caravan guards. She's strolling through the town, also headed in the direction of the Inn, and he can see that while she is not hurrying, she is obviously taking note of the increased foot traffic hurrying about the town.
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