[center][h2][color=f49ac2]Vivian[/color] [color=a2d39c]&[/color] [color=bc8dbf]Sylvia[/color] [color=a2d39c]Altissima[/color][/h2][/center]
[quote=Sir Reed]
"[color=steelblue]Speaking of undead, were you the ones that abandoned that horde of Zombies near Pravar?[/color]" The Ortusian knight asked. "[color=steelblue]They could've been slaughtered had the Order spotted them. I had to lead them to the safety of the mountains, delaying my arrival here.[/color]"
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[color=bc8dbf]"We hadn't thought of that,"[/color] Sylvia said somewhat apologetically, [color=bc8dbf]"We were somewhat in danger ourselves. But it's good to know that you're someone who is capable at handling a horde of zombies.[/color] This was essentially the sisters' approval of Reed joining the guild, since it didn't seem that anyone else had any objections.

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The trek to Boreal Port would have been too much for the sisters to travel to normally, but fortunately they had their wheeled cart, and plenty of gracious friends willing to help push them along. The sisters were pleased to make the acquaintance of the Dark Priest, but Vivian perked up at the mention of a cooking competition. But when Neil grabbed Riñas' hand, Sylvia stifled a gasp, and when he offered to help the Dark Priest, Sylvia blurted out, [color=bc8dbf]"We can help too!"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Sylvia! But the cooking contest!"[/color] Vivian whined.

[color=bc8dbf]"I-I mean, as new members of the Guild, we have yet to prove our usefulness. Rather than be selfish and have fun, we should help out as much as we can,"[/color] Sylvia said, trying to cover her actual reason.

[color=f49ac2]"We all came to have fun, Sylvia! If Neil wants to work, that's on him."[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Wh-what if I want to work?"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"COOKING! CONTEST!"[/color] Vivian demanded. Vines on the respective sides of their pot raised up menacingly as the sisters squared off.

[color=f49ac2]"FI[/color][color=bc8dbf]NE!"[/color] The sisters raised their fists, [color=f49ac2]"ROCK, [/color][color=bc8dbf]PAPER, [/color][color=f49ac2]SCIS[/color][color=bc8dbf]SORS!"[/color]

[hider](I actually [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/755]rolled[/url] to determine the outcome.)[/hider]
[color=f49ac2]"DAMMIT!"[/color] Vivian yelled, curling and uncurling her fists in rage and defeat.

[color=bc8dbf]"YES!"[/color] Sylvia pumped her arm in victory, then cleared her throat to try to regain some composure. [color=bc8dbf]"Ahem, Sister Chavez? [i]WE[/i] would also like to help out with the festival logistics."[/color]