[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]

Persephone had a vaguely disgusted look on her face as Cremwise departed for the night, covered in vomit from Femnal. It really was turning into an awful evening. She [i]hoped[/i] that would be the last of it.

[color=b3c0ef]"Well,"[/color] she said, glancing at Lucan, [color=b3c0ef]"I'm just glad I didn't get any on me. I think."[/color] She started checking her clothes, pulling at her robe sleeves and twisting her arms and legs around to look. One splotch of vomit on her boot would be enough to make her thoroughly grumpy, but thankfully, she didn't find any. Finally satisfied but still feeling like she needed a bath anyway, she huffed out a sigh.

[color=b3c0ef]"We should probably do what Cremwise, suggested, go talk to some of these others, see if they'll join in the morning. You are coming, right? I'd really rather not fight off orcs all by myself."[/color] He seemed pleasant enough company, at least. Some of the other patrons from tonight were probably making him look better in comparison, though.

[color=b3c0ef]"I'll go up to the temple, if you want to find that white-haired archer."[/color] She'd seen the man leave the tavern on his way towards the Yellow Rose Temple. He was out of sight now, but she figured she could catch up pretty quickly.