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[h3][b][color=fff79a]A D I L A[/color]   [color=fdc68a]A L[/color]   [color=f9ad81]B A K I R A[/color][/b][/h3]
[@The Fated Fallen][@Paradoxial][@Nameless][@Eisenhorn][@rivaan]
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[sub][i][color=f7976a]"Muddy ground merely means we are still blessed with rain."[/color][/i][/sub]
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	Adila breathed in deep; the marshy, humid air filled her lungs with a foreign feeling, one so much different from the dry winds of the east. She heard the creaking of pained, wilted trees, the croaking of small frogs and their buzzing insect companions. Nothing here reminded her of the whirl of dunes and the twirl of tribal flags. There was no barren silence nor communal hum. This place had its own symphony of life and death.

[center]Adila exhaled, sighing a small prayer under her breath. [color=f7976a][i]"Umdal ak meli, Shee'l Tor."[/i][/color][/center]
	The warrior opened her eyes and turned to face the dis-repaired coach. Already, a host of other travelers had crowded around it, their various equipment jiggling and swinging as they began carefully hopping up into their mildewed seats. Adila took some time to unfurl the call to arms she clenched in her hand; aged paper that smelled of many a spilt man's drink and blood. Its texture was coarse to the touch; the result of so many days baking in a Julda's tent, ignored until Adila made its acquaintance. She tucked the parchment away into one of her leather bags, slung her belongings across her muscled shoulders, and secured her yellow fabric veil over her nose and mouth. She inhaled once more, stood up from her squatting position, and then exhaled. Adila's steps were rhythmic and confident as she approached the coach. She silently waved at Roake as he beckoned her in.

	The cleric ducked under the narrow doors and bounced softly into the carriage, her spear almost scraping across the top of the low ceiling as she did so. The coach jostled as she sat down; with the state of both its structure and beast, this trip would be uncomfortable at absolute best. Adila crossed her long legs as she leaned against the seat back-rest, her armored belt jingling with the swish of her hips as she plopped her bags down underneath her. She looked at those who sat across from her currently, catching the gazes of both a fellow woman of faith and a dirtied wielder of fire arms. Her interest was mixed with a twinge of distress.

	[color=fff200][i]"No expense spent, only the best for us."[/i][/color] chuckled the paladin, the bass of her voice threading unintentional command into her innocent icebreaker. Adila, feeling unusually threatened by the righteousness glowing from this woman's symbols and demeanor, responded with a nod and a firm tapping of the carriage's creaking floor with her weapon; roaches were startled out of the crevices like puss from a wound. Responding to the stiffness of the un-acquainted party, the roguish man produced a flask from one of his many pockets and offered it up to any willing to drink with him. [color=fff79a][i]“Bandit’s Vice. Helps to be inebriated during times of boredom”[/i][/color], he declared.

	Adila held out her hand to receive, and took to the bottle with vigor. The cleric tugged her veil down to her chin and took three swigs in rapid succession, the back of her left hand wiping her mouth as she returned the vice with her right. Another jingle of her adorned belt, and she had materialized a long, creme-colored candle in one hand and a coal-black match in the other. With a swift striking of the match head, Adila lined up the candle wick and flame as if she was aiming down the barrel of a gun, and shot a line of liquor through her teeth like a trained spitting viper. The intoxicant whizzed through the flame, caught fire, and lit the candle with a soft pop. The pleasant smell of hickory incense began to fill the carriage as the wax began melting.

	[center]Adila gave the rogue a devious smile. [color=f7976a][i]"Drink gives dead men courage"[/i][/color] she cooed, pulling her veil up with a careful gesture.[/center]