[center][h1][color=FF4E3D][b]Nitonka Zhtomir[/b][/color][/h1]         
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Hearing Troe tell her they needed to talk, relived Nitonka of figuring out how to go about small talking her way into some magic lessons. Though the man seemed serious, she couldn't pray more that it was to spar or something once they were off the boat, but she had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be as fun as that. Getting up to go follow him onto the fishermen boat, she was approached by a small meek girl in church attire. Nitonka was taken a back for a second by the little woman's beauty, her face reminding her a mural of a goddess she had seen in ruins on Airi. Realizing the girl assumed her being the leader of their makeshift group, told her that she was a good judge of character, though she was a "little" bias. 

[color=FF4E3D]"I don't know fuck all about fate, but a healer sounds useful, even if your along reluctantly"[/color] she had seen a healer in action here in town but she wasn't too familiar if it was a unique talent. Her reluctance was a bit worrying, but Nitonka was sure her magic ability would out way the risks of bringing her along. 

[color=FF4E3D]"Come along, the boat's going to leave soon, you're going to want to talk to the dark hair boy girl mage, she's the leader of the group. If she doesn't agree, tell her I invited you"[/color] she said moving towards the boat without waiting.

Once on, she saw that Samara and Kavius were talking to Margot, who seemed to be trying to get them into some stupid shit. She had seen the whole lot in terms of drugs and they never were for her. Her dad said the Zhtomir family had a resistance to drugs and alcohol because of their size. To her, drugs were just a money black hole for a couple of seconds of feeling weird and then nothing. At least alcohol tasted good, but all of that was for naught, if she wasn't one hundred percent, she couldn't give her all to fighting. Moving past the three, she found Troe, pulling him by the sleeve of his shirt to a secluded part of the boat. Leaning against the railing of the boat, she half sat, the railing creaking from her weight [color=FF4E3D]"before you start I also had some questions for you, so this better not be one of those say some shit and storm away talks."[/color]