Bab 301: Alliance 1

<Are you sure that's an elf and not an orc?>

<Master, that's racist. We can be physically imposing too!> Seraphiel chided me with an uncharacteristically energetic tone. 

<Says the healer archer elf girl who has a feeble 6 base Strength. You do realize that if you were to lose your levels you would pathetically suffer defeat in a wrestling match against a 13-year-old human farm boy, right? What's more, I'm looking at an elf party with 5 archers…>

<Okay, I am willing to admit that we might have a predisposition toward a specific archetype… Also, I'm a woman, not a girl. I'm older than all four of your mates combined. You should be calling me an old lady, not Lucille.>

Hoh? I couldn't help but notice that my elf was getting more and more sassy with me over the duration of this massacre. A content smile suddenly found itself plastered across my face at the realization. It was a good sign, she was getting comfortable with her master and new team.