[center][h2]Corinne and Liliane[/h2][/center]

"No, we haven't taken any jobs today," Liliane stated, raising an eyebrow at the shadows accompanying the girl. Some sort of mage then, which might be to Corinne's liking... or maybe not, it was hard to tell. That seemed a lot less flashy than her interests went towards and a lot more subtle, "If there's nothing we want to do, we'll just come back tomorrow. We don't need the pay..." 

For instance, if all the jobs left were either eminently unsuitable for launching fireballs--farmers tended to frown upon that as a solution to a wolf dilemma--or any occasion where undead were clearly in play. Corinne would have to get over that at [i]some[/i] point; her skills practically begged themselves to be applied to cleaning out masses of the dead... but Liliane was pretty certain nobody would be able to force her into doing it.

The adventurer flicked her cards from one hand to another, done shuffling for the moment, "Do you want to play?"

Of course, her wife had been paying attention this entire time, comparing Liliane with the newcomer mage. Both of them had white hair, that much was true, but something seemed a bit... different. Liliane's seemed like the more typical example, white but still... vibrant, and her skin was fair but not remarkably so--she tanned quite nicely down in Tiffauges. Shir... there was an almost pallid look to her, the white more like the white brought on by old age, her skin almost pallid. It was far more worrying than the shadowy construct pulled out of nowhere. Even the minor warmth of this northern summer seemed to be overwhelming.

"Are-Are you sure you should be adventuring? Eet ees dangerous to stress yourself so! One's 'ealth [i]must[/i] be considered." 

Liliane winced at that. Of course Corinne was worried after a complete stranger's wellbeing even if they were only pale. The first time she had met a nem...

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