[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
[img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/6eef85eb0218b413153e90da434d0d58/tumblr_inline_n6i90rV4QK1sgladw.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The museum
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr][hr]

	Mosi's attempt to get the men to stop barking at each other in some kind of weird deity competition ended with her recieving the stink eye from the curator. A fact to which she replied in absolutely kind by the virtue of giving him the most self pleased, amused and not minding smiling expression she can give. Well on another side it could also be taken as a taunting expression, but that's beside the point. Since one of her narative exposition dumps just walked away, she looked back at Akhmed. He was the one! The one left that is. Now it her mind, it was his duty to explain things.

	[color=c4df9b]" Thank you... no need to bandage the wound though, it's fine, just hurts a little. I've burned myself in the past, it's going to pass eventually."[/color] She looked at him offering a hand and took it mostly because it was more comfortable to have someone to slightly lean on. The fever and the pain from the burned skin moving about wasn't a nice thing at all.[color=c4df9b]" So let me get this staight... this one with the drippy looking nose is a jackal? Aren't hte snout and nose ... you know a little too prolonged and curved? It looks weird."[/color] She stated with a calm smile as he was leading her to Vera's office.

	[color=c4df9b]"On a side note, my friend... How did you pass last night?"[/color] She asked with a smile.[color=c4df9b]" I'm pretty sure I saw you leaving with that lovely woman. Did you have a good time hmm? Come on, spill the beans."[/color] She asked leaning hard hom him and nudging him in the ribs with her elbow.