#roaming-ranger

“Well, well, well...” Raven hummed, slowly pacing around the cage Vernal had tossed the young man before her into, “...I must say--it was a surprise when Vernal came to me, and told me we had a prisoner this late. Snooping around Bandit camps is hazardous to one’s health, you know...” A brief pause, “...I hear you refrained from pulling any of your punches. Might I know why?” Her expression was deftly hidden beneath her mask...

Berserker strode casually through the woods, having been given a bit of leeway by her Master to do so. His tendencies were odd, but she certainly won’t complain about having a bit of time to herself. Suddenly, though she heard something rustling nearby, and turned her head to look in the direction of the disturbance.

“Yes little Ranger, now run along before me and my bandits hunt you down and kill you for approaching our territory.”

“Hm? Ah, hello Venix.” The sorceress stretched out her legs rubbing her leg muscles, as they felt a little stiff...though it was no secret to her that Venix liked looking at her legs as well (or really any part of her). “What do you need to ask, darling?”

Yep, she’s pissed.

“Izzat you again?” Nana stumbled about, dressed in what looked like workman's clothes and a battered grey overcoat. How she wasn’t being burnt alive by the sun was anyone’s guess. “Oi, I got lost ‘ere. Can you ‘elp a lass out? I’d give you some wines fer yer troubles, but I can’t even find my ‘ome.” And she walked closer to the ranger, almost falling on her face with another poorly-placed step. “Maybe I can cook somethin’ fer you. Ya ever ‘ave a bread sammich before?”  

@roaming-ranger Con't. Helga just held on as the "hairless monkey" struggled. She'd found hurt animals before and new they would hurt themselves more out of fear, so she wasn't going to let the monkey move. "Don't worry monkey, Mr. Longears can fix you up. Helga going to sell him mountain herbs anyway."

“Hello, good sir!” Bartok shouts.