[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Elizabeth C. James[/color][/h1][/center]  [@Ellion] [@Aerandir] [@agentmanatee]
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Elizabeth woke very late this morning, she could tell by the hustle and bustle she heard underneath her. With a yawn and a small smile, she stretched her way out of bed. She didn’t have time to prep a bath, so instead she ran some water through her hair and to clean herself she simply sponged herself down. If she had done that back in the manor, her mother would have threatened her life until she went back and tried again. She grabbed her splintering wooden hairbrush, and ran it through her hair until all of the tangles were out. This process took quite a while, however, because she hadn’t brushed it this well in four or five days. With a sigh she braided it, as she usually did, and put on her armor that sat comfortably on her body. When she had first gotten it (as a gift from her father) it had been one of the most clunky things she had ever worn. Now, after plenty of ‘work’ and everyday tasks performed in it, she found it quite easy to work in. Of course, she had gotten it repaired and resized plenty of times at the smithy, but other than that it was good as new. Once she was fully dressed she strutted down to the tavern beneath her room, and smiled at everyone she saw there. 

It was rather early in the morning, so there weren’t as many people there, but she saw plenty of regulars. As her eyes scanned the room, she saw the other hunters at the bar, and she quickly stepped over to join them. She sat by Emiliano, who was already getting hammered. She wasn’t shocked by this discovery, because she was a heavy drinker herself, but she did make sure there was a bit of room between them, just in case he decided to throw up whatever was in his glass. She smiled brightly at them, and with a stretch she decided to ask them a question. [color=bc8dbf]”Sorry I slept in so late, what have you guys been discussing? Was it important? Or just another round of bullshitting early in the morning?”[/color]