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There was blatant relief on Katya’s face when Renault addressed her. Immediately, she decided that the brunette mage was a good guy indeed, someone who she’d gladly protect with her own staff. A party mediator AND a good listener? Mathers told her that it’s the quiet ones that you had to watch out for, and Katya immediately knew why: this level-headed sorta person was exactly what was needed here. She felt some momentum building in her favor, and the young priest told to him, puffing out her chest slightly. [color=6ecff6]“Fufufu, I’m glad you asked,”[/color] Katya said, [color=6ecff6]“I can h- HURK?!”[/color]

A colossal force pressed against the back of her neck, pinching down not her nape (because really, Katya might be chubby, but she wasn’t THAT fat) but on her flappy priest robes instead. For a moment, it looked as if the twin-tailed girl was going to be lifted up in the air, but in the next, she dropped her staff, lifted up her arms, and ducked her head down.

[i]Yoink![/i]

Ettamri disrobed Katya in one clean motion, leaving the priest with nothing on but her wool sweater and pants, both a non-descript beige. She blinked for a moment, realizing just what happened, before deciding that the best thing to do would just to be…going with the flow! Patting both the hexagonal sun ornament and the copper tag of a fresh Silver Moon recruit that hung around her neck, Katya said, [color=6ecff6]“I’m no child! I’m Katya! Mathers said every party needs a warrior and a priest. You’re the warrior, I’m the priest! Now name yourself, Ettamri!”[/color]

Of course, life couldn’t go all too great for the small child, not when Mr Butt Thruster was getting all in her face with his unrealistic and stereotyped expectations of what priests should be like. Yup, Katya was really feeling it now. While the weird mage with the big bow and the actual mage without a mage hat were big reasonable adults, and while the scary small girl and scary big guy were scary stabby people, for some reason, there was a kinship to be felt with not-scary short guy. Something like…

[color=6ecff6][i]Wow, he’s like, my age![/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Fufufu, as expected of a knight of the big dog, always painting the world in your own de-lu-sions. Why should [i]I[/i] have to act like what you want me to be? You’re not the boss of me. You’re not even a warrior!”[/color] But that sack DID smell good, for some strange, strange reason. Could it be? [color=6ecff6]“But I am a benevolent, bew-tiful priestest, so I’ll do it anyways!”[/color]

Snatching the sack from his hands, she opened it up, and…

[color=6ecff6]“Watch, I’ll purify it without even praying!”[/color]

…began to eat the roast chicken. It was tough and chewy and honestly not that appealing, but hunger was the best seasoning, and she had spent a week subsisting on delicious, wholesome, satisfying meals like potato skin soup.

Needless to say, before Siwon could intervene, Katya had already taken the wings and the drumsticks, stripping clean the bones and spitting them back into the sack.