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[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
[b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Meiyu [@Tae], Bastion [@Oso], Corin [@Lava Alckon[b]
[color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Phia, Arya, Stella, Menzai

[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
[color=Peru]Gold Balance:[/color] 32GP (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more) 
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=peru]Minerva[/color][/b]
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Minerva’s eyes remained on Bastion a tad longer than necessary after she had made her request for him to sit beside her. Curiosity had taken a strong hold of her senses, especially since this was the first time she had a good look at him. Her expression was studious, a rare look upon her face and a far cry from the typical rollercoaster of emotions she displayed. 

Warforged. She had always found their kind quite peculiar on the surface. No hair, skin, or involuntary bodily functions. Instead, they were weapons without wielders— machines lacking an operator. They did not grow from cubs or babes, and they did not simply wither into frail, weak shapes of their former selves. What did they think of terms like [i]mother[/i], [i]father[/i], and [i]child[/i]? Was it the same as when Minerva considered a Yuan Ti’s scales or an Orc’s tusks? Just how was she staring at him, and how long could she continue to do so without losing an ounce of interest? 

Minerva followed his watchful gaze, attempting to take everything in while also making the occasional glance toward both Arya and Phia. [color=peru][i]Wendel was right about him. He is kind.[/i][/color] She gave a subtle absent-minded nod toward her thoughts, affirming them as she too found herself focused on the pair. She still thought Phia was some kind of deranged lunatic, but she wore the appearance of someone dainty quite well. Then there was Arya, the one most might believe was simply timid as a doe, but Minerva doubted Stella would accompany someone that weak. [color=peru][i]I want to know more, but my play time will be over before I ever get the chance.[/i][/color] She might have pondered more, but the Gem Knight earned her attention with the mention of the embedded shards. 

[color=#6C2DC7]“Do we all have the same stories from our little decorations? I might be a fan of gems, but these might be a touch too personal for my liking.”[/color] Her eyes darted from the girls to Corin’s rugged face just in time for their eyes to meet. [color=#6C2DC7]“Also, did you just call Bastion your [i]second[/i] in command? I was under the impression there was no leader here. I’m curious to hear those credentials.”[/color] Minerva cracked a toothy grin Corin’s way.

[color=peru]“Jealousy does [i]not[/i] look good on you.”[/color] She shook her head with a playful wag of her finger. [color=peru]“But! I am always happy to inform my party of how the pecking order works. We need someone to lead this riffraff, and I am clearly the most capable to do just that!”[/color] She nodded her head toward the bar. [color=peru]“Phia is nice, but she’s far too unhinged from what I can tell. Stella can’t really talk to us, and her Tiefling is way too quiet to lead us. Menzai… Menzai, I really like that name. Anyway, he’s unimpressive and lacks the greatest leadership trait of all… [i]Charisma[/i].”[/color] Minerva bounced her eyebrows with a devilish smile, inferring she was, in fact, charismatic. [color=peru]“Meiyu would be a good pick, but could you really trust someone like her? No offense, bestie,”[/color] she shrugged before presenting an open hand out to Corin. [color=peru]“And you seem absolutely perfect for the role, but… no, you’re too new to the group. Elithar— same thing, but he and I got quite close in such a short time. Now the order goes-”[/color] Minerva paused as Bastion cut in, but not just because he interrupted her, but by how close his face was to hers now. She found herself staring blankly into his bright blue eyes. 


[color=30A4D9]“Do you have a mission for me, Ms. Minerva?”[/color]

[color=peru]“Um…”[/color] She was briefly at a loss for words before she looked at Corin while pointing at Bastion. [color=peru]“See! He gets it! No questions! No complaints! [b]He[/b] knows the peck-”[/color]

[i][B]CRACK! KRRSH!!!![/B][/I] 

Minerva slowly turned toward the sound of Bastion utterly destroying the wooden chair with his huge metal ass. Her face was blank at first due to the unexpected harsh sound of the commotion, frightening her somewhat. 

[color=30A4D9]“Oh…”[/color] Minerva fought as hard as she could to contain her laughter, but it was Bastion’s own reaction to the fall that provoked the feline into completely breaking her composure. What started as a light giggle turned into an uncontrollable, vicious cackle, but as she indulged in her laughter, she realized something wasn’t quite right. Like Bastion, hearing other patrons across the tavern join in the humorous moment did not sit well with her. At the drop of a hat, her face filled with fierceness as she rose from her seat with an indiscriminate pointed finger. 

[center][color=silver][i][u]...there’s a kind and old Warforged named Bastion. Be kind to him, please, if you meet him...[/u][/i][/color][/center]

[color=peru]“HEY, ASSHOLES! KEEP LAUGHING AT HIM, AND I’LL HAVE HIM SIT ON YOU NEXT! AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T HAVE THOSE PARTS! Do not test us!”[/color]
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