[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Belarence[/b][/color][hr]
[i]She[/i] giggled, her hands wrapped around Ettamri, a pleased look upon her face. A wreath of branches, leaves, and one flower sat upon [i]her[/i] head, the voluminous white dress she wore billowing unnaturally to unfelt winds.

[color=f7976a]"Ehehe~, you're finally here. I've been waiting so long!"[/color]

A singsong voice, her hand pulled by [i]her[/i], the red skinned child with a pure innocent smile. Ettamri could hardly refuse a small child like this, but she feared of its [color=f7976a][             ][/color].

[color=f7976a]"Come on! Its finally time to [                      ]!"[/color]

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With the letter to her family finally written up, sealed and given to a courier, Ettamri sighed, as she moved towards the bounty board.

She walked through the crowd, parting it as if by her sheer presence alone. For indeed, for someone of her stature, and muscles visible through even the cloth wrapping all over her body, many would deem it wise not to rouse her ire. Even with her less than full plate of armor signifying her lack of funds for a full plate, the crest still identified her as one of the House of Belarence, sporting the blue and white field behind a single thorny rose.

A new quest.

She needed another contract. Ettamri had been humbled before, having sought out small time adventurers, thinking she could do most of the job while she used them as extra hands. Her own hubris in thinking they were at least competent enough to finish the task given to them. Perhaps she should have been the spearhead with Gwyn. Perhaps, she should have been trapping the place and luring them there. Perhaps and maybes swirled around her head, until she once again dismissed them. 

[i]"Don't forget the past, but don't drag it around neither!" A faint memory of the apple trees she trained under, the gruff old guardsman that had seen a few wars before, the tricks he taught her as well as proper fighting techniques.[/i] 

Finding a distinct looking person that seems to lack a party, she snapped out of her reminiscing, moving towards him while the crowd parted like water. Those who didn't move away was simply and rudely pushed away. A few looked angry for a moment, before realizing where they were and how big she was. 

[color=c4df9b]"You."[/color] She spoke to Renault. [color=c4df9b]"From your garb, you seem to be a magician. Join me on the caravan escort quest."[/color]

[@OwO]