[center][color=7bcdc8]Elleonora Alnara[/color][/center] 

 Elleonora nodded at Catarina's explanation for the reason she had started smoking. The gore of battle, truly the main source of clients for the smoking weeds growers. There were so many different kinds out there, some even quite addictive, but Elleonora kept to simple pipe leaf. It was simple, not really many negative qualities... that and it made the best smoke out there! Some of the best smoke figures she'd seen were made with the halfling's pipe leaf.[color=7bcdc8]” Quite so, though in my case I started smoking a lot after the fact.”[/color] The cleric admitted with a smile, remembering the days.[color=7bcdc8]” I had already a few major battles under my belt when I got kind of put in a bad situation... and old wizard showed up and bailed me out. While I was healing from my wounds, he gave me his pipe. Good times~”[/color] She whistled, noting that they had new arrivals... Arrivals that went for Alexander right away... well similar to how smoking had been a good conversation breaker for the lady group here, there were also those who had preference for alcohol and the cleric wasn't one to judge. She liked dwarves.

 [color=7bcdc8]“You have my thanks for the drink too. My name's Elleonora Alnara.”[/color] Elleonora chimed in after Catarina with grateful voice and a smile. She couldn't help, but like the armor the dwarf wore. The northern styled heavy armor was truly a marvel, a marvel that not many actually understood. A thing for which she was happy in the presant company was the fact that both Alexander and Catarina had great armors. The rest not really, but each had their specialty. Overall the party was rather well rounded.

[color=7bcdc8] “Well there are smoking herbs out there that cause hypnotic and thought affecting effects.”[/color] The cleric replied to Vivian's statement.[color=7bcdc8]” There are those used for pain relieve or recreation and then there are ones used to affect the minds of people. Mind you those affected are rarely thinking straight and on that thought we should be wary of such things in the temple too. Best way to tear a well armed group in close spaces would be to poison them with something that affects their heads... gases of different kinds or confusion magics.”[/color]

[color=7bcdc8] “As for the night a bigger number of us staying at a each room would be better indeed, Parum.”[/color] Elleonora agreed, tilting her head with thinking expression.[color=7bcdc8]” The rooms aren't big enough for all of us even if we go with only women in a room sadly. That said Catarina, you could stay with Vivian tonight if you agree. Considering the situation you're the best one to do so. If something does try to crawl to you and cause trouble your shield and sword would be a lot more useful than my hammer in the split second chances. Parum you too proved quite the marksman with throwing knives today. Could be a good thing for you to also be around Vivian.”[/color] Elleonora stated with a smile and knowing face. She did catch a glimpse of the skill the halflight displayed and was rather impressed.

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[center][color=ed1c24]Kalista Neles Ka Valesti[/color][/center]

 Kalista had excused to her room pretty much the moment the group had arrived at the inn. She didn't feel well, but tried her best not to show it. This was not the first time this had happened and she knew it wouldn't be the last. Hard of breathing with rapid heartbeat... among other things. She had barely made it into her room before her condition worsened. She didn't even made it all the way to the bed, instead she simply put a hand on her chest, her back leaned with force on the wall and she quickly slid down first to a sitting position and then laying on her side by the door. 

 There was nothing to be done about her condition really. The thing that caused her to be in this condition was not something that could be that easily fixed. If she survived this job, she'd have more than enough money to deal with this and no one would be the wiser about it. For that reason she simply pressed a hand to her chest, grit her teeth and waited for it to pass, laying down on the floor with her grimoire next to her head, half opened and the whip crumbled on her as if a giant snake. 'It will pass soon...' She thought as her condition was slowly returning to normal.[color=ed1c24][i]' The music's too slow...'[/i][/color] She thought, hearing the distant scratching of Veridis on his lute[color=ed1c24].” He needs some vocals... and better rhythm... more celebration sound music...”[/color] She mumbled, trying to stand up from the ground, but her success wasn't exactly stellar.