Aimee could only watch the chaotic scene unfold. First was the hooded girl playing with the dragon boy's tail; strange but nothing that needed to be addressed. Aimee's first mistake. Then the boy swung his tail in surprise, nearly striking everyone around him with it's flaming tip. Instinctively Aimee was about to lunge forward and grab it to ensure it didn't strike anyone else, but Jasmyn had gotten in her way, stepping on her foot and blocking her path. It wasn't painful, but Aimee still knelt down to massage her slightly sore foot. Second mistake. The last came when, by leaving Jasmyn unattended, she had gotten the brilliant idea of throwing a bucket of water onto the dragon boy and subsequently, anyone else near him. Aimee had only realized this soon enough to roll out of the way, avoiding being drenched in water. The others couldn't say the same.
In less then ten minutes of Aimee's arrival, an orc jumped into a river, someone stepped on Aimee's foot, and two people are soaking wet. What a start to today. "Enough!" Aimee shouted with a tone of authority. The entire guild went quiet. Walking up to Jasmyn, Aimee took the bucket out of her hands and pointed towards a changing room. "There are towels over there. Help these two get dry." Taking a sniff, Aimee though the wretched scent came from the questionably clean dishwater, but no. That orc had returned, and he was already drinking. Great.
"If you're here for the Hero Trial, then wait in line patiently and do not cause any trouble! Those who cause a ruckus will be punished severely!" Aimee was almost tempted to take out her gun and shoot something just to make a point, but for now she'll just have to let her words handle it. Her training as an inquisitor gave her many bonuses to her intimidation modifier, which will allow her to cower the weaker willed. Even the strong-will or thick-headed would know that her threats were not empty. Only the truly foolish would believe she's bluffing. And it's those people that Aimee was keeping a close eye on.
In less then ten minutes of Aimee's arrival, an orc jumped into a river, someone stepped on Aimee's foot, and two people are soaking wet. What a start to today. "Enough!" Aimee shouted with a tone of authority. The entire guild went quiet. Walking up to Jasmyn, Aimee took the bucket out of her hands and pointed towards a changing room. "There are towels over there. Help these two get dry." Taking a sniff, Aimee though the wretched scent came from the questionably clean dishwater, but no. That orc had returned, and he was already drinking. Great.
"If you're here for the Hero Trial, then wait in line patiently and do not cause any trouble! Those who cause a ruckus will be punished severely!" Aimee was almost tempted to take out her gun and shoot something just to make a point, but for now she'll just have to let her words handle it. Her training as an inquisitor gave her many bonuses to her intimidation modifier, which will allow her to cower the weaker willed. Even the strong-will or thick-headed would know that her threats were not empty. Only the truly foolish would believe she's bluffing. And it's those people that Aimee was keeping a close eye on.
