[color=fb4f4f][u][b][center][h3]Cecelia[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Cecelia entered the tavern after Lenna, swaying lightly in her steps. [i]Damn, it's been a long time since I've drank that much.[/i] Cecelia's armor was loosely resting on her, not strapped, laced, or anything, just resting on her torso as the dark shirt she wore under it loosely draped over her frame. Cecelia decided before either of her drunken teammates responded to Lenna's question about food to get some bread anyways. "I don't know about them, but I know that [i]I'm[/i] hungry. I'll get us some bread." And with that, Cecelia ordered and paid for some bread. She noticed a few people in the tavern, including a man with wings in a back corner, but couldn't think of anything but [i]Damn, I wish I had wings.[/i]

	Cecelia ever so gracefully staggered back to her teammates at the table. "Are you two alright after the ride on Lenna's shoulders? Not too sick?" She looked from Louis to Elisha with concern on her face. Even though she was relatively hammered, she's usually able to focus through the drunken haze and be rational. Til she passes out. Then it's wildcard time, where anything could happen from absolutely nothing to forcefully trying to hook up with men.

	Hearing Lenna's question about illegal activities, Cecelia thinks for a little bit and tells Lenna "well, I don't know this place very well. I might have spent one night here at most within the past fortnight. I [i]can[/i], however, find someone who does know the information. Tomorrow, we'll set out for whatever area of town is the poorest. That's where the most illegal activity lies." With that, Cecelia let her loosely hanging armor fall to the ground with a soft [b][i]thud[/i][/b], allowing her loose-fitting shirt with a handful of holes in it to be fully revealed. "Aah, much better."[/color]