Character Sheet
The Mysterious Orphan

Name: Lotte, daughter of Henrik and Anelie
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: 18
Species: Lamia, Central Lands Human Culture
Level: 3
Class: Hunter
Weapons: Bow, Knife

XP: 2/18

Description: A tall lamia, with short blond hair, and blue eyes, dressed in a protective vest and a noble's hunting shirt. They are muscular, well-formed and handsome, and have slightly yellowish eyes and a forked tongue. Their snake-half is in a forest pattern that helps for blending in, except for the occasional splash of Tyrian purple.

Traits:

Just Devotions (Racial--Human, Central, Cultural)(Level 0): Humans in some parts of the world worship the Gods, vast and sometimes unknowable beings that do grant blessings to those that believe in them, magical blessings. But even the lowliest of the pious knows how to pray to them, how to do the right supplications, how to act in the proper ways. This knowledge can sometimes be put to good use, though the Gods rarely turn their eyes to every little prayer.

Wholesome Farm Looks (Human, Central, Physical, Level 1): Though most of the people of the Central lands, that mass of Kingdoms, Princedoms, Dukedoms, Duchess States, and more, are of course quite poor, they are a hardy, hard-working people, and sometimes this life less beats a person down and more hones them. They have reasonably good looks, and even more importantly, look trustworthy, clean-cut, and otherwise like the kind of person who'd never lied a day in their life or slacked off a single hour, either. This remains even after becoming a lamia, though it is... tempered, obviously.

Snake Eyes (Level 1, Physical, Lamia): You can see in the dark pretty well. It isn't perfect, but the night is not nearly so dark and full of dangers as you expected it would be, for whatever reason.


Forest Wanderer (0, Pre-Class): The forest is a fascinating place for a child, as long as they don't go too far. As one gets used to it, one learns more about its ins and outs, and while some of it only applies to the forest that such a child lived in at first, much of it is quite helpful later.

Forest Eyes (Level 1. Class): As one could have eyes that pick out every tiny detail of the tundra, so can one be used to seeing in the dark forest tracks, possibilities, old growth, traps, and anything else, especially when one knows how to use your ears and nose to aid it. It is remarkable how much you can see, when you see what is actually there.

Hunter's Mettle (Level 1, Class): To hunt, one needs a bow, an arrow, and perhaps a knife for self-defense. Having some skill at them is inevitable, having solid skill at them is admirable, and quite useful.

Steady Arm (Level 2, Class): You have a strong, consistent aim. You're not a superlative archer, at least by the standards of adventurers, but you don't have off moments, and you don't waver from being able to hit your target, even if you're not doing the fancier tricks.

Leave Few Traces (Level 2, Class): The experience of being on one side of the hunt makes you wonder how you'd hide your tracks if you were being hunted, or tracked by hostile enemies, as sometimes does happen in adventures. You've begun to practice how not to be followed in the woods, and perhaps elsewhere.


Mending Knowledge, Basic (Level 0, Pre-Class, Healing Priest): You know how to apply poultrices, and you know the basic ingredients of a number of potions that cure headaches, deal with common pains, put someone into a gentle sleep, and other minor things. You can also bandage someone properly. You are not very good at this, merely adequate... but that's more than what most people are.


Whitlin' Ways (Level 1, Common): A man or woman who knows how to whittle will never want for whistles, or spoons, or any number of goods. It's a useful, solid sort of skill, and one that could be made into a trade. It also makes a pretty decent way to pass the time, and the person who whittles never lacks for a knife in sticky situations.

Penny Pincher (Level 1, General): You know the value of a Pfin, and how to keep from wasting all of your money, even if you're far from a merchant. Money is something you're familiar with.

Steel Nerves (General, Level 3): You've seen enough strange places and done enough fantastic things that you are less likely to panic in terrible situations, and more likely to think things through, however difficult. This doesn't mean you can't panic at all, but you have a grip on those nerves. In battle and danger only, this unfortunately doesn't help at all with social anxiety.


Divine Sense (Level 0, Divine): You can sense when someone is a Demigod, and there's at least the potential ability--though you have not figured it out yet--to try to track people through their divine 'scent.' A person's 'scent' gets stronger as they get more magically and divinely powerful... but on the other hand, you now have a 'scent' of your own, that will allow other demigods to know you for what you are, increasingly as you grow more powerful yourself.

Captivating Eyes (Level 2, Divine): You can sometimes 'catch' people with your eyes. If you're concentrating, they'll find it slightly more difficult to look away, though any sense of threat or danger breaks it immediately, and they'll hear your words clearly, actually listening… or at least hearing them. There's no requirement to listen to them, nor does it seem as if anyone's mind is being altered in any way, but it's an interesting, if bizarre, power, and certainly is a new take on 'lost in their eyes.'

Slithering Shadows (Level 3, Divine): You can blend into the shadows better than you should be able to. At night, and in darker areas, you can seem to shift away from sight. It doesn't work well in a wide-open space, but that little bit of extra secrecy can be very useful as a hunter, and as someone who might need to sneak through various areas.
 
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[X] Naja von Siebert

NGL, I like the energy Naja has more than I like her crotchety "It's not sibling rivalry, we're NOT siblings" not-brother.
 
"As if, she says," Karle said, with a sneer. "Another word for 'like'. If she gave you a coin that looked like it was gold, would that be gold, could it ever be transmuted to gold even by the most learned scholars?"

Karle, you aren't making any fucking sense
And Naja
Naja is trying to seduce us
Goddamit
They are both unlikable

So, like, do I toss a coin, or what
Mmm

Naja feels somewhat shady, dunno why
Karle feels like he's got issues

Naja already tried to outbid her opponent, which is a plus this time a round, cuz we're an adventurer and we need dough
Karle aggressively refuses to make sense, despite two rereads, even though I generally understand what he's saying, but he tried to play us on class solidarity
Joke's on you, I don't believe in classism

Eh
[X] Naja von Siebert
 
Karle, you aren't making any fucking sense
And Naja
Naja is trying to seduce us
Goddamit
They are both unlikable

So, like, do I toss a coin, or what
Mmm

Naja feels somewhat shady, dunno why
Karle feels like he's got issues

Naja already tried to outbid her opponent, which is a plus this time a round, cuz we're an adventurer and we need dough
Karle aggressively refuses to make sense, despite two rereads, even though I generally understand what he's saying, but he tried to play us on class solidarity
Joke's on you, I don't believe in classism

Eh
[X] Naja von Siebert

Now I'm wondering whether I did something wrong, since his words seemed clear to me?

Naja: "You were like a son to him."
Karle: "Like a son. Like, which means 'as if.' If I give you a coin that I say is 'like' gold, is that coin gold? No. My situation was similar."

I mean, it seemed pretty straightforward to me, but if multiple readers don't find it to be, then I should obviously change it.
 
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Naja: "You were like a son to him."
Karle: "Like a son. Like, which means 'as if.' If I give you a coin that I say is 'like' gold, is that coin gold? No. My situation was similar."

I mean, it seemed pretty straightforward to me?

No, I understand what he means, but it doesn't make the sentence any less weirder to my eyes
His speech looks like he's falling all over himself, trying to say as much as possible in as little time as possible, and I'm getting a little lost in all the words
 
Maybe it's sexual tension?
Now I'm wondering whether I did something wrong, since his words seemed clear to me?

Naja: "You were like a son to him."
Karle: "Like a son. Like, which means 'as if.' If I give you a coin that I say is 'like' gold, is that coin gold? No. My situation was similar."

I mean, it seemed pretty straightforward to me, but if multiple readers don't find it to be, then I should obviously change it.
He made sense. Made him sound like an entitled, pretentious douchebag, but I got what he was saying.
 
[X] Naja von Siebert

Gold and flirts, both are good for our hero.
 
3:2
3:2

Lotte thought about it. She prayed about it. She also considered both of them. Karle seemed brusque, and arrogant, but then so did Naja. Lotte knew better than to assume as to which of them was more competent, and Karle had seemed sturdy enough, in his way. Lotte didn't know whether to trust her gut or think through it properly, and so her prayers were cut short, and she decided that Naja was perhaps the right choice.

At the very least, she offered more… though the fact that she didn't offer any of the actual goods of the Sepult ruins could mean that Lotte was going to be cheated out of a fortune.

Karle seemed more honest in some ways, but eventually she emerged, bow in hand, and walked over to where the others are waiting.

"I… believe I shall be going with Naja von Siebert. I am sorry, Karle," Lotte said. "It isn't a personal judgement."

It truly wasn't, since Naja honestly terrified Lotte more, since she was a noble and quite likely to expect far more of Lotte than she could reasonably give.

Karle tensed, and for a moment it seemed as if he would yell. There were lines in his face, like cracks in a building. But then he sighed, long and slow, his breath a draft through those very cracks. "Very well, then, Naja, do you need my books on the matter?"

"I--yes, but why would you, of all people--" Naja began.

"I hate you. You're selfish, you stole my discovery involving the Ephert Ruins, and put your name on it--"

"They never would have accepted it, without my--"

"I do not care," Karle said. "You are vain, and you make yourself like my sister when it's convenient for you, and separate yourself out from me when it's not. But if you fail, it will be because you have died. You're too stubborn to turn back. I do not like you. At all." His voice was soft. "But I do not want you to die, nor do I want this hero, Lotte, or your mercenary. I will simply explore some ruins in the area, see if I can't figure out more than what others have before. I wish, if you found yourself over your head, you'd run like a sensible person."

"I am quite sensible," Naja said, firmly. "You've just never believed in me."

"No, I really haven't," Karle admitted, which seemed to surprise Naja for some reason. "But maybe I'm wrong. Even if I'm not, I hope you stumble your way to glory. It's better than the alternative."

Naja stomped her feet. "You… you're so infuriating."

"It was nice to meet you, Lotte. Good luck dealing with Naja, perhaps I'll get to hire you next time."

"As if! I'm not going to lose to you, Karle, not now and not ever," Naja declared, standing with her hands on her hips.

"Well, are you going to come?" Karle asked. "To pick up the books?"

"Oh, right! Uh, Aisling, could you talk to Lotte, make sure she understands what's going on?"

"If you insisted, then yes," Aisling said curtly.

"Then, uh, I insist," Naja said, sounding as if she were trying to draw up her courage and conviction like water from a well, one turn at a time. It was odd, considering how bizarrely confident Naja had seemed.

"Very well," Aisling said.

Naja hurried off, leaving Lotte with the elf woman, tall and lean, but with a puckered scar on her neck, and a few pox-marks on an otherwise smooth cheek. Aisling had eyes the brown of autumn leaves, and red hair. She quirked an eyebrow, her pointed ears twitching, and said, "So, this is the great hero."

"I didn't make the song," Lotte protested.

"No, you didn't. And you were not the only hero of it. It was a very fair song, if everyone did about the same amount of work," Aisling said. Her voice was rich and honeyed, but with an accent that Lotte couldn't place to save her life, except to assume it must be the Elvish accent. "I have been on parties. This is never so."

"Guilliam did the most," Lotte said.

"Ah, yes," Aisling said.

"But, we all fought in the final battle." Lotte didn't know what she was trying to say, but from the way Aisling was looking at her, neither did the elf. "Nothing I did was unique. I was just… part of a group who happened to be there when something important came."

"Well, you are humble. Don't tell Naja that. She probably won't believe you, but if she does then you'll be talking yourself out of quite a payday."

"I understand," Lotte said. She knew that there was something to selling yourself, though she had no idea how anyone did it. She'd just stated her qualifications and taken any offer that seemed reasonable enough. But she probably didn't fully understand. But Lotte knew she wasn't all that smart, and knew that sometimes all speaking up did was reveal that. She was going to be working for a learned scholar. Karle had insulted her intelligence, but Lotte suspected that this was by the standards of a scholar, and that Naja was rather more literate than Lotte was.

"Your job is to scout ahead, to guard Naja's life to whatever extent you can, and to be the hunter to provide the necessary sacrifices for opening the… site," Aisling said. "Am I being clear?"

Lotte didn't think she was, because why would any of that need to be… "Yes, you are."

"Nothing else is required of you, though it may be that it is asked. You can choose to do so, or not. It's pleasant if you wish to, but I do not wish to make assumptions."

"Make assumptions?" Lotte asked.

"I do not know how you humans do it, at least humans who aren't close by. You have the look of, how shall we say, a "man-eater" in my culture, and--"

"Um," Lotte said, her face almost as red as Aisling's hair, now.

"And I have embarrassed you. Humans are a wee bit silly about these things. But an Elf with such muscles would be assumed to love that which is like a man, and… I see you are not only not following, but that you haven't even picked up the trail."

"I--" Lotte began.

"I am sorry that now I am yet another person scaring you off," Aisling said, and she sounded almost gentle. "I do not know why Naja chose you, when I could hunt perfectly well, but it is not your fault that she is such a glorious fool."

"Glorious?"

"Glorious and quite beautiful," Aisling said. "Foolishness like that, it is said, is beloved by the Fae, and has its own shine to it."

"I, er. Is it good to be foolish when one is a scholar?" Lotte questioned.

"She is not dumb, that is not always the same thing as being a fool, or foolish," Aisling said. "I've known many unlettered peasants wiser than the sorts of scions I have served."

"Oh," Lotte said, shifting a little uncertainly. "What else do I need to know?"

There were people watching, in truth. It was late in the day, and men and women streamed around them on their way to this or that drinking hole, or just to socialize with their nearest neighbors. But Lotte didn't notice them, not compared to the tension of watching Aisling.

Two gold coins. She wouldn't have seen that kind of wealth, not all at once, at any point in her life. Her parents did well, but all that they had left over, by and large, bought the niceties they desired and the animals and labor they needed. Adventurers, it was said, wore their wealth on their backs; farmers spread their wealth on their crops.

"You need to know your choices, and your chances. We'll be traveling for days, and so if we don't get along it's going to be miserable for all of us, Naja especially," Aisling explained. "You also need to show off your skills. You should follow me, down to the tree line."

Lotte nodded, and kept close behind her as they moved. This village didn't have a forest, barely had a woods, just a clump of trees, really, though there were still the sounds of birds around.

"Do I begin?"

"No. Naja will want to watch as well, though perhaps for different reasons than I," Aisling said.

Lotte began to stretch and limber herself out, wanting to be strong and sure. She was still a little tipsy, and a part of her would have appreciated another drink, at least for the warmth. It was not a cool night, but she still felt chilled by the thought that if she did badly enough she'd lose a chance to make her fortune.

"Or perhaps the reasons are not so different," Aisling admitted, her voice as dry as dust.

Lotte looked up from her stretching, and for a long, blissful moment didn't understand what Aisling meant.

Then she realized. Oh. Oh no. Lotte thought about the eyes that had been on her when she'd dragged back the animals, the way girls (and some boys) would stare at her, and for a moment she was at once a little excited and sick to her stomach.

But she couldn't let that stop her. She was… it should be fine, eyes on her like that.

Lotte continued stretching and preparing anyways, and then paced, glad that she was moving in a straight line. She wasn't that drunk, but she'd seen drunks wobbling about like an overfilled cart.

Finally, in the distance, there was Naja, carrying what looked to be a book in a leather bag, no doubt for protection. The book itself was large enough that it perhaps could double as a makeshift weapon, being both thick and tall.

"Hey, I didn't miss the test, did I?" Naja asked.

"Yes, you did," Aisling said, in a voice as sober as the town drunk the day after the bender.

"I… I did?" Naja asked, looking at Lotte with wide, hopeless eyes.

"Well… perhaps not all of it," Aisling said.

"Wait a second," Naja began, snapping her fingers and straightening up. "You're mocking me."

"I might be, ma'am," Aisling said. "I wonder, it is as if I sometimes don't even know my own mind." Her ears were twitching rather more than Lotte had ever seen ears twitch.

"Don't know your own--"

"Why, I am but a simple guard, and how was I to know you would wish to see me test Lotte's skill with a bow? You never did seem interested in archery, when I was telling you about my mothers."

Naja was looking as if she was about to collapse, "Please, not in front of Lotte."

This was flirtation, and Lotte almost didn't want to stand for it, because she wasn't sure whether that much blushing would… unbalance her humours or something. Surely it couldn't be healthy. So it was in the interest of her health that she blurted out, "Archery?"

Then Lotte realized how inane a single word was and said, "I was, er, supposed to show off my archery."

"Hmm, very well then, first, taking as much time as you'd like, hit the top third of that tree," Aisling said. "If you don't mind." She was pointing to a tree close enough that Lotte could just throw the arrow and probably hit it.

Lotte drew and aimed as fast as she could, in the span of a few heartbeats, and loosed the arrow. It hit dead center in that top portion.

"One to the left, bottom third."

Another hit, and Lotte began to limber up, shifting and moving as she hit the middle of a tree, one of its branches, and then a tree all the way almost out of sight, all in a reasonably short period.

Lotte wasn't challenged, not particularly, even as the targets were marched, shot by shot, further away from her sight, until she was squinting at trees in the distance.

She only started missing shots when Aisling started demanding she hit branches she couldn't even see, at least not with her human eyes, and even then she still hit the tree, if not exactly.

Halfway through the test, as Aisling's voice began to grow quieter, Lotte began to sweat, and Aisling changed her demands.

"Run to that tree you just hit,and then hit the tree right next to where you are!"

Lotte, who was running low on arrows, complied, sprinting as fast as she could to the tree and then turning, aiming, and firing. It still took a little longer than she'd like, but she was starting to enjoy it in an odd way.

Lotte liked being given tasks, especially if she could manage most of them.

Finally, it was getting late, even in the long days that middle-spring brought with it, and Lotte said, "We should stop. I need to retrieve more arrows." She'd had to grab a few as it was, on the way to some of the destinations she'd been made to loose from.

Aisling nodded, looking as satisfied as a cat, but Naja was staring at her in a way that was familiar.

She'd seen it before, among village boys and girls, but it felt different this time. It wasn't quite as unwelcome as it usually was. Lotte had kissed someone in the meantime, for the first time, and surely that meant something. But it was more than that. Besides the desire, the hunger, there was also a sort of admiration.

Lotte realized that Naja would be happy to be able to do what Lotte could, and yet it didn't extend to envy, and it certainly didn't stop at admiration, the way peasants who trained for the local levies looked at her and wished they could shoot even better than her.

Lotte still didn't like the warm feeling in her stomach, the coiled desire like a snake rearing up, hissing at her and warning her off, but she wasn't able to back up when Naja stepped closer to her, her bright-blue eyes almost shining as she reached out a delicate, noble hand and drew up Lotte's arm.

She'd worn short sleeves, and she was sweating rather more than she thought smelled anything like nice, but Naja just stared at her for a moment…

Lotte realized she was being given a chance to back away from whatever was coming, but she shrugged, and Naja lowered her head to, briefly, kiss Lotte's arm right on the tired muscles. Her lips felt so soft, as if they were almost not there. It was a brief kiss, lasting a single heartbeat (too long and too short, her heart like a runaway horse). Then Naja drew herself back and said, "Exquisite. I will be safe in those arms of yours." Naja winked, "Your archery, I mean, of course."

Only then did Lotte take a step back, "Er." It felt right and wrong at once. She thought of love, she thought of how what she wanted most was to one day marry someone she loved and live in conj… con...marital bliss with them, being chaste and proper within--

But that's not what this felt like, not at all. Lotte was at once attracted and repelled, like those lodestones Lotte had heard of, but whose workings she didn't know the why or the how of.

"Do not worry, she would never go further than another girl would agree upon," Aisling said.

This, somehow, soured everything a little. Lotte didn't know why, perhaps it was the idea of getting something because she was a girl?

"Oh, come now," Naja said. "I'd appreciate a man with such… skills equally well."

This, bizarrely, made Lotte feel better. Lotte said, "Are we staying in the village?"

"Ah, yes, I have been graciously offered a place at the house of the local worthy, a peasant of high status who also serves as a go-between for merchants," Naja said. "You shall have to share a room with me, but I hope it is something we can both enjoy."

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Lotte had never been in a house as luxurious as this one. It had a wooden floor, and two stories, and with it two rooms, one for the Master and Mistress of the house, and another for their five children, who shared two beds in a room that Naja complained was small, but Lotte found instead comfy. It smelled constantly of wood smoke, and incense used to sweeten the air against foul illnesses. Lotte had to step over a cloth doll and an adorable hobby-horse with a white painted head and a purple mane, out of some fantasia.

Lotte sat on one of the beds, not sure how the three of them would divide up the space.

"You should know what we're dealing with, shouldn't you?" Naja asked, having changed into a night shirt and a pair of old looking, but no doubt comfortable, breeches. "What do you know of Sepult ruins?" She pulled out the book, and laid it down right next to Lotte, as Aisling hummed a tune to herself, seemingly paying the discussion little mind.

"They're… magic. They appear and disappear, like… like fairies do?" Lotte guessed.

"Fairies, disappear?" Aisling asked. "Well, I suppose so."

"Ah, well, there's a definition of Sepult ruins in here. Can you read?" Naja asked, opening the book and flipping through it.

"Not… well enough," Lotte admitted.

Naja nodded, looking thoughtful. "My father was a great explorer, and that is why I shall be great as well. It is in the blood. He once made a comparison that I think might help. A Sepult ruin is like a serf."

Lotte listened, and as she listened she considered whether she'd made the right choice. She was more confused than offended, but there was offense, too.

"When you come calling for the labor they owe, they are nowhere to be seen, but when you generously lay out a feast, there they appear."

Aisling was looking at Naja as if she were considering hitting her.

Lotte, meanwhile, did the best she could do and merely frowned. "I don't quite understand."

"Right, so, you have to do the right rituals to get a Sepult ruin to appear, just like you have… to…" Naja trailed off, looking Lotte up and down as if only just now realizing that Lotte was a peasant.

Aisling was making a low groan, he face in her hands. Naja just ploughed on, stubbornly. "Either way, Sepult ruins are, er, hidden everywhere. The Sepult were brilliant about being able to make material, stone and iron and weapons, that defied all reason. They could fold space until you might have to stand at a particular place at midnight to enter a palace a mile long. And others in the past have gained use of their skills."

"So most of them are lost?" Lotte asked, trying to grip onto something that made sense.

"Actually, most are found, and most found are already occupied, either by Sepult or others who stumbled upon a tomb, or a palace, and made their lives there," Naja said. "But some are not, and each one offers the chance at impossible wealth. We shall be exploring the Palace Of Stone Bars, as the ancient language described it. It is some days travel away, and when we reach the spot, there is a ritual you must help me with. Before that, you will be responsible for… all sorts of things."

"Hunting, and keeping watch," Lotte said.

Naja pouted, "Well, yes, but if you wanted… you know the nights are cold, and more than two would fit in my bed."

Lotte considered it. Desire tightened its grip around her, but something about it felt wrong, and she didn't know what she would have to do, or how it'd go. She pictured Naja laughing at her clumsiness, and when she tried to picture, having only vague knowledge, Naja touching her down there--

It made her feel a little sick.

"N-no thank you. Thank you for your kind offer, my Lady, but--"

"Please, don't speak like that. It makes me feel like a monster," Naja said, pouting rather extravagantly. "I will not pressure you, and I am grateful for what you're going to be doing."

Gently, she reached a hand out to touch Lotte's cheek.

Lotte let her.

"We should sleep, for tomorrow will be a long day of hard riding."

Lotte, who could not ride, knew that this would be a problem. But it would be a problem for later, not now.

So she slipped into the bed, and eventually, after much tossing and turning, into sleep.

Towards Naja and Aisling, Lotte:

[] Is distant and Professional. This is just a job, and she has roles to do and tasks to take part in, and that's that.
[] Tries to be distant and professional but fails miserably. It's hard to be unfriendly, especially in the face of Aisling's wit and Naja's strange, attracted tenderness.
[] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.
[] Tries, very awkwardly, to flirt. She's not all that good at it, but she's at least trying, for all that she was like a dog chasing a cart.

Along the way, several interesting events happen, including (Choose 2)

[] There's an embarrassing moment with a bear that could have been a lot less embarrassing and more painful if Lotte wasn't there.
[] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.
[] They find a wild fruit-bearing tree, and relax with a little eating. Naja wears an apple for a hat.
[] Lotte's second sleep is interrupted by sounds she'd prefer not to hear from Naja and Aisling, but she has the last laugh… sort of.
[] They very briefly run across an adventuring party on another mission, and both sides awkwardly try to hide their task from the other.

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A/N: This was pretty fun to write, honestly.
 
[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.
[X] They very briefly run across an adventuring party on another mission, and both sides awkwardly try to hide their task from the other.
 
[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.
[X] They very briefly run across an adventuring party on another mission, and both sides awkwardly try to hide their task from the other.
 
[X] Tries, very awkwardly, to flirt. She's not all that good at it, but she's at least trying, for all that she was like a dog chasing a cart.

I like to see this...

[X] There's an embarrassing moment with a bear that could have been a lot less embarrassing and more painful if Lotte wasn't there.
[X] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.

Language are important (even if Lotte will not get it at first) so why not?
 
Speak the multitudinous tongues of the Earth!

It's an interesting skill for a ranger, but you never know when you'll need a language too, I suppose.

Thoughts on the other ones though?
 
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[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Lotte's second sleep is interrupted by sounds she'd prefer not to hear from Naja and Aisling, but she has the last laugh… sort of.
[X] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.
 
[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Lotte's second sleep is interrupted by sounds she'd prefer not to hear from Naja and Aisling, but she has the last laugh… sort of.
[X] Aisling tries to teach Lotte Elvish, and Naja tries to teach Lotte Sepult. Neither really succeeds in doing much more than confusing the hunter.
 
[x] Tries to be distant and professional but fails miserably. It's hard to be unfriendly, especially in the face of Aisling's wit and Naja's strange, attracted tenderness.

[x] There's an embarrassing moment with a bear that could have been a lot less embarrassing and more painful if Lotte wasn't there.
[x] They very briefly run across an adventuring party on another mission, and both sides awkwardly try to hide their task from the other.
 
Fuck, Lotte. This makes me uncomfortable too. Not because of gender dysphoria, though, but because of your prior commitment, which is, I know, a silly way to think about that one girl you kissed two chapters ago, who you aren't even dating. My hangups.
But what I mean is
Did she really hire us to be eye candy? Seriously? That's, like. So insulting. Can I change my previous vote? Classism is preferable to this, thisness. I'm sure Naja doesn't realize she's being insulting and also an awful stereotype on rich, pampered kids, but eh.

[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Lotte's second sleep is interrupted by sounds she'd prefer not to hear from Naja and Aisling, but she has the last laugh… sort of.
[X] There's an embarrassing moment with a bear that could have been a lot less embarrassing and more painful if Lotte wasn't there.
 
Fuck, Lotte. This makes me uncomfortable too. Not because of gender dysphoria, though, but because of your prior commitment, which is, I know, a silly way to think about that one girl you kissed two chapters ago, who you aren't even dating. My hangups.
But what I mean is
Did she really hire us to be eye candy? Seriously? That's, like. So insulting. Can I change my previous vote? Classism is preferable to this, thisness. I'm sure Naja doesn't realize she's being insulting and also an awful stereotype on rich, pampered kids, but eh.

[X] Is friendly and personable. They are strange people, but not, she feels, bad people, and she can get along with them.

[X] Lotte's second sleep is interrupted by sounds she'd prefer not to hear from Naja and Aisling, but she has the last laugh… sort of.
[X] There's an embarrassing moment with a bear that could have been a lot less embarrassing and more painful if Lotte wasn't there.

Nope, she didn't. She hired Lotte for her skill (and fame), and is also very attracted to her. After all, Naja hadn't even seen Lotte until today and yet planned on hiring her. That said, yeah, it is meant to be a bit uncomfortable.
 
All things considered, "The palace of stone bars" Doesn't sound like a very... safe place.

Sounds more like a prison tbh
 
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