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"Ha! You know your stuff, my friend!" The tall half-elf woman says to Bishop as she claps him on the back in a friendly manner, "I'm Jirelle! Sometimes blessed with the constitution of the Drunken Hero." She smiles and adds, "And since we don't leave until tomorrow, I intend to demonstrate that fact while as we get better acquainted tonight." She looks around at her new companions, the preponderance of rapiers of varying design clinking softly around her waist, "First round's on me, I'm just dying to know who I've been teamed up with this time! Are you all bookish like Bishop here, or are you people of action like me?" Jirelle doesn't let on that she knows pretty much everything that Bishop does about orcs and the area in question, but she does say, "Orcs are boring, they have an uncanny knack of underestimating the value of skill over brute force; makes them almost too easy to fight. The undead are even worse! So easy to hit, but you have to stab them soo many times it just..." She stifles a yawn, "But devils! Now I bet they're fun to play with." She smiles and nods, staring off in the middle distance and daydreaming about a glorious and heroic looking battle full of skill and grace. |
