[h2]Jeanne Robina[/h2]
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Jeanne laughed as Nickolas made the crack about cards. "We'll see about that; like myself and certain authorities, probability has always managed to evade me," she called. Her presence seemed an innate contradiction, yet one that made sense. Jeanne had little to no intention of robbing anybody in the army. What quarrel did she have with the likes of a Plegian dark mage or a recluse archer? She adjusted her bandana on her forehead and fluffed her wavy hair.

As the monk Ambrosias approached her and inquired of her swordplay and lock-picking skills, Jeanne put her arms akimbo and said, "Why, yes, indeed. I can tumble any tumblers in the entire nation with the right-sized wire. Though I usually unlock chests and boxes, doors are hardly any different. Why, I could slip in a house from the front door and come right out the other side without touching a single key. What I [i]do[/i] touch depends on whose house it is." She laughed heartily. "I assume that as a priest you are well-versed in the practices of healing?" she asked