[h1][center]Jo-Anne[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Shepherd of Ylisse[/center][/h2]

"My race is known as the Taguel."Jo-Anne replied to the two's questions, wondering why they asked her in such a weird way. She was right there. "Would it be too much of a bother if I asked what your races are called?"

"Kuppo, this one is direct," the little, white one said. "And seems genuinely ignorant, kuppo. My race is known as Moogle by the humes."

"And this one's as the Viera," said the tall one.

"Humes? Oh, you mean humans?" Jo-Anne said pointing at a nearby example of that race. Then she heard one of the senior mercenaries chuckle about how the town made a good coffin. The Taguel looked quickly to see which one said that then turned back and said to the duo, "Don't worry. I'll punch him later for you. You've clearly done everything you can to defend this town and its inhabitants. He shouldn't make comments like that." Then she saw three natives walking towards the offender and sighed."Look, I better see to it that a fight doesn't break out over his ill spoken words. That's the last thing anyone needs. Maybe I'll catch up to you two later. The name's Jo-Anne by the way."

Then she darted to the area, seeing that one of the myrmidon was already trying to defuse the situation. But the silence of the offended wasn't boding well to his efforts. "Look," she said when she approached. "The last thing we need right now is to waste our weapons and lives squabbling over the extremely rude words of a uncouth mercenary. Our enemy is Grima and his Risen, not each other. If it would help things, I'm willing to punch him right now, rank or no rank, as a punishment for his insult."