Adelaide grins in a foolish, carefree manner.
"Oh yes, Mr. Bossm...er, Mr. Foster is quite the accomplished man. In many ways.
But, uh, and I'm sure he would not be keen to tell you, he tends to push himself a little too hard in battle. Like I say sometimes, he casts from the heart, and not from the head. And too much of that can be...unhealthy."She turns to him then, a flicker of emotion passing through both her own inordinate stubbornness and the haze of alcohol-concern for another persons well-being. In much of the fights that had come before, Adelaide has helped Foster from overtaxing himself with her healing powers, possibly even from killing himself with them, though she didn't believe there had been any close calls yet.
In fact, she could feel-in a way-the lifeforce of a persons body, though concentrating on exactly how gave her a headache. She felt an ebb from Foster's lifeforce now, a minor one, but still. A minor expenditure of his own energy, wasted in admittedly amusing theatrics. That was the person he was, though. She would never admit it, but the man kept her worrying about him at times.
"...Well, a more conventional magician can cast without risking their reserves like he does. Which is why she's an excellent candidate, wouldn't you say so Mr. Foster?" She finishes, a little too quickly to be casual.
She gives Nathara a casual grin as she says this, though. One had to admit, she had some...panache?
: "And that leaves me as our only infantryman. I must say, we have an inordinate amount of magical power, yet our physical prowess is only sub-par.
As for me? Joining this outfit is a nice way to get money and some experience at the same time. I'd recommend about keeping the pants on though, bad things happen to folks with loose belts as they say. And as a request, you mind not singing that one song about Alcodia, that sort of thing gets on my nerves..." Ralai said in a rather neutral voice, not betraying much about the fencer at all.
"Oh, I don't like dislike Alcodians...but I'm Kernican, you know? Even the rope skipping rhymes I learned as a little girl would burn your ears...
Anyway, we could use her, right Mr. Foster? We do have a definite lack of...people in armor to stand in front of me. I'm a helpless, sweet little Cleric who would never harm a fly and Elian is a uh...opportunity specialist..."
"What would I bring to the table? Well, as far as I can see, your group has little to no mounted support, doesn't it? I am from Alteria, specifically the village of Gerduo, where the finest of horses are bred and trained, Obviously, I am a mounted warrior. That is what I can bring to the table."
He drank quite as heavily as the other two, showing a remarkable tolerance, as well.
Finally she remembers to address the horseman.
"Oh, we could totally use him. He could save me from having to walk across the field! My poor feet...ow...you make us walk so much Mr. Foster."
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