[h1]Luci Fallure[/h1]

The Journey to the guild house for Luci hadn't been the simplest one, herlack of endurance coupled with the pack on her back simply made the entire thing the equivalent to a journey down hell's road which while normally a pleasant experience to essentially be going home. Said road was extremely long and no Baphomet ever had the endurance to actually make it from one end to the other. Even the general of the armies couldn't do it. So when she did arrive at the guild Luci looked as if she was about to die, either from heatstroke or from lack of naps. She was panting like an unfit child and she could only mumble in response to Bartholomew's words towards her as she glanced around looking at all the spectacles before her.

A Minotaur, Male even. Interesting one there. Of course her mother was an echidna so what was she to say about the circumstances of unnatural birth. Even so, for such a man to appear in a species so heavily effected by the great spell. It was peculiar to say the least and as she was staring at the well toned, manly big brother figure of the Minotaur another woman stomped over and ruined her piece of eye candy, thankfully before she gave in to the baphomet's inborn compulsions but the way the woman was acting seem rather mean and considering a baphomet's 'regular' attire. Luci felt compelled to step in.

[@Silver Carrot][@The Irish Tree]
"Hey now, don't be so mean, he probably doesn't wear a shirt because either A, he doesn't need to because he is at the base level a fighting species, so the lack of the shirt trains his" she turned to glance up at the towering minotaur before continuing. "His resistance to the cold and his stamina that or he simple doesn't have one big enough." Luci said as she looked up at priestess looking figure. "That being said..." Luci said as she mulled over her words a little like a teasing child. "Me names Luci. Luci Fallure." She said with pride. A small part of her scared that her nickname had already preceded her here. It usually always did...