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Nerita has a minion!

Sugarwater the Trochi

Nerita
Legacy Name: Nerita

The

Glade Kerubi
Owner:

Polkavata

Age: 8 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 7th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 22nd, 2015

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 13
Defense: 10
Speed: 7
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

*A plump Kerubi with grass green fur and pale yellow flowers sits at a table, intensely focused on pulling the stems out of a beautiful pink
lotus looking flower with fine tweezers. She is concentrating so fiercely on placing the delicate stems into a small porcelain bowl, she does not notice you at the doorway.
After scanning the small, cream and pale green kitchen, and watching her pick a fresh flower from the basket at her side, you cough softly.
She jumps in her seat, head darting round, her violet eyes full of surprise. Her shoulders raise but her face gives way to a welcoming, if slightly wary grin.
"Oh Hello there, are you looking for service?"
She looked back at her handywork, before adding:
"I'm actually having a half day today, got some special business to work on you see." She glances back at the basket. "If you had stopped by earlier, that would have been better."
You cut in, explaining to her that you got rather lost in the forest, and this being the first settlement you had happened upon. Her eyes widen in realization and her demeanor relaxes. She gives a short laugh.
"Ohoh lost are you? Yeah these woods can be tricky to those who don't know them well."
She shifts her chair so that she faces you."Well I'm Nerita, and this is my kitchen...Ha ha, normally you'd see me in the front room." She gestured out the door to the right.
"I run a small medicine and herbal remedies shoppee, nothing fancy or exotic, but it comes in handy."
She rises from the chair, heading towards you before ushering you out of the kitchen.

You are lead down the corridor, passing a winding staircase to the front room. It isn't much larger than the kitchen really, with mint green walls and all manner of plant life
scattered about the dark brown shelves and corners of the room. The desk, chairs and floor all appear to be made of the same dark brown wood. Behind the large desk, among memos and schedules and order forms, a yellowing map of the area is pinned.
"Feel free to look at it, it may be a bit out of date but none of the major paths have been altered." She offers as she begins bustling about, fussing over the plants.