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Yolanda looks disappointed. She had wanted to go in to the temple, but she wasn't about to try to take on or sneak past armed guards to do so. She sighed and shrugged at Ozbadin. "Suppose we should go meet up with the others then," she suggested, a tinge of disappointment coloring her tone. "I'd say we could comeback tomorrow, but I very much doubt the captain will delay departure for sightseeing."
"Should we stop and confronts them?" she inquired of Ozbadin and Globlob. "Or continue on as if we do not notice them?"
"Cathedral, and it's a place. A place of worship usually," Yolanda explained to the goblin as they proceeded along with Ozbadin. "Though this one is a bit of a tourist attraction, too, it would seem."
Yolanda smiled and waited for Ozbadin to finish speaking with the melodramatic drow, and laughs openly at the goblins attempts at riding people. "Never before have I seen such prissiness in men! Ozbadin, Globlob, shall we?"
Yolanda pauses as she hears mention of sight seeing in Absolom. "I should love to see the sights before we are pressed onward in the morning. Do you know the way, Ozbadin? I have not been so far south before."
If anything was amiss, Yolanda certainly didn't notice or care. She simply snorted her disapproval of most everything that had happened so far and turned on her heel and gracefully strode off the boat. "There had better be decent lodgings somewhere here..." she grumbled. "And perhaps somewhere that's a bit cooler."
"From what I can tell, he doesn't like anything that might muss his hair," she said in a feigned whisper to the Nagaji woman who had chosen to stand near her. She gave a light giggle at her own joke.
Katya turns toward the pale woman Yes...eet most certainly does pale vun. Tell me vere do you hail from? "Irrisen," Yolanda explained as she leaned forward, examining the perpetually wet wood of the ship. "A smaller community west of the capitol city, to be more specific. Ah, I believe we are boarding. I'd hate to be left behind." With that, Yolanda turns to head back up the dock towards the plank leading up to the ship's docks.
Yolanda joined Katya in her inspection of the ship, coming up alongside the woman as she examined the maidenhead. "A bit grim, but I suppose it gets a few messages across," she commented idly. "Of course, I have always preferred white, but I'll admit I may have some bias."
Yolanda shrugs out of her cloak and drapes it over one arm, seeming quite undisturbed by the events thus far. "At least the breeze off the sea will be nicer than lingering in this stuffy alley. Don't worry, dhampir, I'll offer to step out first so you may stand back and watch where it is assuredly safer," she rolled her eyes and moved towards the dwarf-beast, quite intent on getting to wherever it was they were going.
"Wait! Don't let them...!" Yolanda tried to stop the goblin before he charged in. She shot an icy glare at the dhampir who had manipulated the goblin into recklessly throwing himself in. "I didn't realize that you were only half a man despite being twice that goblin's stature. Though I don't know what else I'd expect from someone, well, like you. no, no, don't worry, I'll be brave and test it for you, too, so you don't have to mess your hair." ...Pathetic man. At least that drow has balls... With that though she strode into the portal with all the elegance her lineage bred her for.
Yolanda smiles at the goblin as he uses her for cover. He was a bit like a moldy puppy; gross, but pitiful and enthusiastic enough that it was cute. Strange group they've picked out, she thought to herself as she once again took a look around the room. And even stranger employers. "I do assume you'll be giving us more to go off of than 'fetch me a thing' before we head out, no? And perhaps a glass of water. It's getting a bit stuffy in here. Perhaps some elaboration on these wild rewards would spark our interest a little more?"
Yolanda snorts with amusement, highly amused that anyone thought they could give her a reward she couldn't have just reached out to take herself. Being a Jadwiga had its perks back home. She didn't bother to question the rather ominous looking folks who had apparently summoned them here; she didn't much care for their theatrics. She refused to play into the cryptic game. If they had something to say, they could say it without her pleading for information. "Are you alright, little creature?" Yolanda asks the goblin as he hits the floor beside her. I wonder if it is true that goblins are made from rubber...
Yolanda turned her attentions away from the Nagaji and the Ifrit to look up at the newcomers. Hellknights, if she guessed correctly, although the fancy one perhaps was not. "I highly doubt your lineage matters much to people who can bring you to a room you cannot figure out how to leave," she said with exasperation. Without giving the woman another thought, she turned her focus to the more important figures in the room. "I at least expect a man to take me for dinner before claiming me as his. You haven't even brought drinks, yet."
Yolanda's presence in the room was announced by a momentary chilly burst of wind that dissipated as quick as it came on. Pulling back a thick fur-lined hooded cloak revealed a petite, dark-haired woman with deathly pale skin. Frost seemed to cling to her from head to toe, glittering as it caught the light of the flickering flames in the hearths. She always had a thing for theatrics. Once her ice blue eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, she began scanning over the other guests, taking note of the mismatched crowd. Drow, dhampirs, nagaji, goblins, humans, and what she could only assume was an ifrit. She had never actually met an ifrit before, but his brass skin and fiery beard fit the descriptions she had heard in stories. As she made her way deeper into the room she offered polite smiles to the others who had clearly been summoned here, regardless of their racial background. She paused near the nagaji and draped her cloak over the back of a nearby chair before turning to offer the scaled woman a slight bow. "It seems I will be traveling the world today in this very room if the varied company is any indication. I haven't had the pleasure to meet individuals as exotic as yourself, or as Master..." she paused as she stumbled over the name, gesturing towards the ifrit. "Ozbadin?" She looked to the bearded gentleman for confirmation of her pronunciation.
Well this should be exciting. I'd like to ask a stupid question thought, if I may, and anyone is free to answer. How does inviting someone to a campaign work? Will there be a magical banner across my screen that announces with with fireworks and confetti? Something more subtle? >.> I'm new to the Paizo PBP forums and such and its all so... fancy. I can't find anything around here >.>;;
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