[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Outside of Crossed Swords Inn and Tavern
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Lucan, Cremwise[/center]

After several rounds of gagging and desperately trying to escape the inn, Persephone made it outside with the others, and gulped in the fresh air. She was not unaccustomed to foul smells; growing up on city streets among the poor tended to strengthen one against that, but [i]that[/i] smell had been in another league. She felt poorly for Femnal. Surely that had just ended the night in the tavern, and probably lost him a few customers. Sadly, there was nothing to be done, for her part. She found Cremwise, and aimed to continue their conversation, despite the horrid interruption.

[color=b3c0ef]"As I was [i]about[/i] to say, before that awful..."[/color] she shuddered, closing her eyes for a few seconds, [color=b3c0ef]"well, you know. If you need my qualifications, Cremwise, I was trained at a monastery not far from Ravens Bluff. Hand-to-hand, melee combat, as well as honing my gift for healing. Several of the fighters here can attest to my ability, as they wouldn't still be breathing without my help."[/color] She wasn't sure what he was looking for when he wanted more information about them. Surely he didn't intend to delve into personal details for a simple escort job? In any case, much of her business was her own, but her training and skills at least were not private.

[color=b3c0ef]"And I would be interested to hear more of the job, of course. Venturing through hostile territory uninvited can't be taken lightly."[/color]