As the group got to the size of five people. Seven if including the boy and the stupid fool who should have left the city with his friends when he had the chance. The whole scene was being watched from a hole in the ceiling. She heard words of quests and bandits and a sweet princess who needed rescuing. It was almost story book... She rose from the floor of her room and snapped at one of the bells about her hat. It has been awhile sense I took up an adventure... She thought. She smiled and kicked open a case and pulled out a violin. A sweet melody coming off of it. She exited the room and into the hall the sound of the tune vibrating through the walks. Then when she began to step down the stairs, a sound of tiny bells jiggling followed. When she came into veiw what they would mistake her for is a jester. She even had a black spade painted below her eyes. The eyes were a shining magenta and her hair only stopped at her shoulders. Black eyeliner went about her eyes. She moved straight for the table with her violin. To them she was fool, but she was actually a well skilled assassin. Once she got to the table the music stopped. She rested the violin on the table and placed a leg up on the table as she leaned over. She was very close to the paladin to the point his squire had a good view of the size of her medium sized breasts. She moved a hand to the boys face. "It's rude to stare boy." She spoke. Her voice was soft and a bit on a high side. Not too much though. Just a tiny bit. Her eyes never leaving the paladin's.
"I heard from up on high that you are looking for people to save the adorable princess?..." She said. Her demeanor a bit on the crazy side. "I know I look like a simple entertainer, but I am more then that. See." She with out hesitation took the paladins hand placing it on her wrist. It was there that he would feel a punching dagger. She then gestured to her boots. Putting pressure on the heel releasing a good two in knife blade to poke out the tip. "There are more in all kinds of places if you wish to check." She said raising hand almost to her chest before he forced it out of her grip. She had to laugh at it as well. The violin itself was compartment of her many toys. 

    Ishmael gulped at her and his only thoughts where... This is a wild one. "Your name?.." He asked. She perked up her brows as her eyes widened. 
"I did not say it?... I swear I did.... " she responded a hand reaching her chin. "Well I could have forgotten too... Oh how rude of me, and to think I was going to make your hand grasp my breast without knowing it... The name is Ciceria..." She finally answered. This woman was clearly mad. She was a bit off but she will be acceptable.
"Welcome to the crew then." Ishmael said. He then stood. "That makes seven people,... I think we meet my quota." As he did so his squire rose in the same fashion. Ciceria winked at him and blew a kiss. The boys face turned red which made her laugh. Ciceria then brought hand up to her nose and looked around. "What is that god aweful smell." She looked down and beside her to wade. "Oh" Was all she managed to say. Ishmael had to sigh. If the boy was to be tested against lust... She would be the best test for him. "I will go prepare us a cart,... You can all join me or wait here. Either way we will leave once the cart has what we need that is." He then left them at the table to decide. Ciceria rose up grabbing her violin and darted up the stairs. She got her Violins case and put the instrument within. She then grabbed her belt which held her main dagger. It's blade three inches long. It was also rather curved as well. She returned to the door just in time to join the paladin. She looked rather excited. Then again she could have always looked like that. She was truly insane. He grabbed the parchment from the bulletin. Handing it to the boy. With that they headed towards the north east entrance. It was here he came up to a stable boy. "I need a cart filled with the necessary supplies." Ciceria found herself eyeing a white horse. Very beautiful...."Ooohh what a wonderful creature..." She said. Ishmael looked over and he found himself in agreement with her. She was well mannered. Side from her attempt to make him grope her. He hoped she wasn't serious with that attempt. 

        Nova felt the wagon pull to side of the path. She rose up as new ropes her bound to her wrists. They were stopping... Here of all places.... These bandits sure lacked brains. They pulled her and the wagon off the path and into the woods to get a good fire going. They hoped they would not be spotted but she doubted it. She sat there on the forest floor as they prepared the make shift camp. She sighed...  She felt insulted that the clan of bandits sent these idiots. A few hours past the sun was making its trip downwards. She quickly heard rustling as they talked. Apparently they heard it to.. The rustling was followed by howls and barks. What emerged from the brush was a goblin. It seemed alone and Nova was already standing looking for its friends. One of the bandits moved towards it. What the bandit did next was foolish. He swung with his morning star smashing it into the creatures face killing it. Nova cursed..." You idiot,... That was just a scout. It's friends will have seen the act and will retaliate" she barked.

"i don't listen to you Elf witch.." He called her but when he blinked he saw it. Petruding from his stomach. A spear head. They soon where attacked by the other goblins and she took this moment to make her escape. She heard their screams but ignored them. As she ran she collided with the chest plate of a large orc. She saw the brand on his neck and she gestured behind her. "Your friends disturbed a goblin nest. We should leave before they come after us to." She said. The orc rose a brow grabbing the rope and pulling her along taking her advice. No honor among fools i suppose.