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Piroska watched as the two argued, her gaze whipping back and forth between the pair. Her brow was furrowed in a perplexed mixture of concentration and confusion. What the what now? She was a little lost on the nuances of the pair and their arguments. They wanted to talk to the leader of these thugs? He was also a slaver? Or just the group was a bunch of slavers? Piroska didn't see much of a difference between association and active practice.

"Why don't we just smash the rest?" She inquired with a shrug. "Doesn't matter if he gets slapped around a bit too. I can patch them up..." It seemed to be the simplest solution in her mind.

Still lurking about as well. I don't have anything for Piroska to say, though.

"Alternate idea?" Piroska tilted her head in curiosity.

Not much, but at least it's a thing? Sorry all.

Unfortunately, I'm suffering a bit of a writers block at the moment. Go ahead and post without waiting for me!

Psh, Tentacruel is where its at!

Sorry I've not yet posted. Had a busy week, and am loking forward to an equally busy weekend (just got engaged!) things should be back to normal on Monday. Please feel free to go ahead if you want to.

Joy! Fanfare!

I'm still milling about keeping an eye on things.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Piroska replies, nodding in assent.

While the others engaged in their lengthy (read: boring) discussions about the arena and travel preperations, Piroska slipped away from the table, reappearing just as introductions were passed around. She still looked like she belonged more with the dead than the living, but at least now she was wearing what she thought passed for proper attire. Much of her gear and clothing was battered, worn, and in need of a good wash, it was better than the tunic she had been dressed in earlier. Fussing with her hair in a failed attempt to smooth it down properly, Piroska retook her seat as if she had never gone.

"So," she pointed out after the Crown-Princess' introduction, "What do you want us to really call you? You keep going on about keeping quiet and making this as low-profile a joirney as you want, but you're gonna be needing a nickname or something if you really want it to work. Going around calling you 'Crown-Princess' this and 'Crown-Princess' that is going to raise suspicions. Even your proper name could be risky, depending on how eager these nobles you were talking about may be..."

Poroska has 436 gold she can donate to the cause.

In her half-awake state, Piroska obediently stumbled to sit at the table and accept the offer of tea. She drearily sipped it, her gaze staring vacantly at the stone. "Mm, I heard that story," she replied vaguely in response to the Princess' tale. Another sip of tea, and she seemed to perk up slightly. Setting the cup of tea down, Piroska leaned forward to look at the stone. "How's your friend gonna know it's real? Any idiot with a touch of magic skill can make a rock glow." she sat back, scratching at her tangled mass of hair and eyeing the princess for a response.

"Mmmrrggpph."

The incoherent mumbling that almost vaguely resembled a greeting was Piroska's morning announcement. Bleary-eyed, her brown hair a tangled mess, and clad in a massively oversized tunic, the girl looked like she was about to tip over and fall back asleep right there on the floor.

Yawning, she rubbed blearily at her eyes as she attempted to process tje gathering before her. "Oh, 's you. Thought it was *yawn* th' ghosts again..." Her gaze somewhat sharpens into focus as she notices the stone. "Wha's 'at?"

I'm totally fine with glossing over the thrills of shopping.

"Horses..." Piroska bit her lip as she pondered the option. She liked the idea of a wagon better (much more fun to ride!) but when the idea was shot down she had no option but to nod. "Horses should work," she finally agreed. "I've not ridden much, but I should be able to manage."

Piroska opened her mouth to question the seeming contradictory wording of the Princess' questions. However, she seemed to catch herself before most likely getting herself on a worse side of the Princess', so she simply closed her mouth and shook her head.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Ha! Figures.

Piroska did not seem especially happy at the news, but considering her compatriots' reactions, she figured it would be most prudent to simply drop the matter.

Piroska's nose wrinkled as she scowled at the request. Babysitting? Really? She was less than pleased at the notion of their location as well. Zelnite was a pile of bad memories for her, home or not. The name of Roughcut Village was a relatively unfamiliar one to her. That would be a blessing. Maybe. Hopefully.

Quietly, one of her wicked spirits chuckled maliciously in response to Piroska's annoyance. She ignored it.

"Why do we have to take you?" Piroska blurted out. "Can't we just take the item over or go fetch your friend? Why'd nobility want to capture you, anyways?" Bandits she could understand, but offended nobility? Piroska was far from an expert in politics, but to her that just sounded a foolish notion.

Local-untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Nobility-untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
History: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Piroska watched the firmly polite but heated exchange between the Crown-Princess and the nobles with an unusual focused intensity,h er brow furrowed as she did so. Conversations like this had always perplexed her. Of course, most of the niceties of court perplexed her.

As the business concluded, Piroska glanced helplessly at her compatriots. She still wasn't exactly sure what they were all doing here of all places, and as such, she was at a bit of a loss on how to act.

Piroska had kept silent during the entire exchange, watched between the others as they argued and fussed over the map. Cautiously, she poked at the parchment, but that seemed to do nothing. Piroska was not surprised, but it did ease her thoughts somewhat.

"Wonder why they left it here..." she mumbled.

She was not impressed.

Actually, that was a lie. Piroska was, on some level, quite taken by the place, but from the petulant frown she wore seemed to speak otherwise. Standing outside the door to the guild hall, the small young lady rocked back on her heels as she glared at the building, arms crossed. The letter of invitation was crumpled tightly in her hand, all but forgotten. The place was big. To city dwellers, perhaps not so much. But to Piroska, the place could have been the palace for all she knew.

Maybe that was why she hesitated before entering. For her, it was too big. Too... She didn't know what. The spirits would like it, though. She could almost hear them snickering with glee over the din of the square. At least something would be glad of such a place.

Sighing inwardly, Piroska finally finished her standoff at the door. Pushing her way inside, the girl froze instinctively when she spotted the other two figures inside. Not alone. That was... like the building, she was not quite sure how she should feel about that.

Playthings for her wicked spirits, most like.

"Mmph" was her less-than-eloquent greeting as she trundled in. Her petulant frown never left her face, but she nodded briefly at the pair. "'m late?"

Besties? Besties! I am totally cool with plotting something up along those lines. I'm still mulling over her personality, so ideas and whatnot= good!

Exiled Zelnite is the background I'm thinking of for Piroska. Arenstone sounds like a suitable starting place in my book.

Piroska's as up and ready as she'll ever be.

True. But nearly a month with no word? Not a good sign, in my books.

I'm assuming that it's dead, seeing how Ben has yet to resurface. A pity.

When I tossed Piroska together I simply put average hp together with each level. I'll go fix up that bit of her sheet once I get access to my main computer.

Also, do you want backstories scribbled up with characters? I can jot something down if you desire.

Looking forward to the game!

Langsford here with an Oracle for healing purposes. Let me know if anything needs a changin'.