[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

While Locke might have washed his hands of this dirty business –quite literally, Artemisia was getting the impression—Artemisia had gone through hell to save the people of her city in the past, and perhaps even slightly beyond it. If some adventurers came to her in peace to save a dying companion, who was she to refuse such a request? Besides, unlike Locke, she took no particular notice to the lizardman, except that it was still rare to see one of his kind around these parts.

Approaching the unconscious knight, she kneeled down over him, a light glowing between her palms as they hovered over him, letting positive energy flow back into the elf as she casted her healing spell. 

Artemisia was quite quickly distracted from thus mundane task, however; she didn’t even hear the conscious big tiddy elf when her attention was taken away by the sudden lightshow atop the tower that the rest of her party had been ascending. Had they reached the top, or found the star? Regardless, it seemed like something was happening, and before she knew it, the elf, her summon, and her lizard companion were off, leaving her and an unhelpful Locke with the sleeping knight. The elf’s departure seemed to be accented with screaming though. Artemisia didn’t know what was up with that, and she wasn’t going to pry.

Right, might as well continue healing.

And that she did, until she was interrupted again. This time, by another large breasted girl in indecent looking clothing, spewing nonsense about some sort of acting and, apparently, book-keeping related topics, from words that she picked out of the strange girl’s word salad. Artemisia replied to her queries with a deadpan tone, although she raised an eyebrow as Kaze returned, being a bit more handsy in his own concern than she thought was necessary. 

“Are you okay? Words require context to make sense, I’ll have you know. Who are you and how did you get here, anyway?”

It seemed almost nothing short of a miracle that an adventurer like her had made it this far, acting like nothing less than the village idiot.