"Hey," the pretty, pale woman says affably, waving a spiky-gauntleted hand. "Lily. Also pretty simple. Also been in wars, so I guess I'm a warrior too." Coming on the heels of Eglath's pronouncement, it seems like it must be a joke. The spined gauntlet is her only visible weapon, and while it has a certain intimidation value, it hardly seems that threatening as a weapon of war. Not to mention Lily herself is a little on the small side, especially sitting next to Eglath, and armored only in a long shirt of exceedingly fine-mesh chainmail that's been enameled black. Hardly an imposing figure.
She looks at the others with a wry grin. "Are they joining our club? Who gets to tell them where we're headed with them in their heavy, hot armor and all."
She looks at the others with a wry grin. "Are they joining our club? Who gets to tell them where we're headed with them in their heavy, hot armor and all."
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