Bethany, the Priestess

A woman's voice comes from the other side of the door, "My name is Bethany, and I'm a priestess of Allyssa." Ander lowers his sword a little and opens the door for Bethany.

Standing in the hallway is a curvy blonde dressed in plain white robes which are tied somewhat closely to her body. Ander gives her a smile and lets her into the room.

Bethany walks forward and takes a look around the small inn room before glancing back at Ander, "Am I the first one to come in response to your posting?" Ander gives her a nod, "I'm afraid you are. Still, I have hope that others will be along within the next few days. So, what has you looking for an adventuring group, Bethany? Oh, I'm Ander by the way."

Bethany nods, "I assumed that you were. As for why, well, I feel that it's my duty to help others when I can. As you may know, Allyssa is the goddess of health, life and love. As such, I should help keep good, honest people alive and well."

Ander smiles and nods, "I can certainly appreciate that. So, what abilities do you bring to a group?" Bethany smiles and sits lightly on Ander's bed, "Well, I have healing magics gifted to me by my goddess, and I have many medicinal skills taught to all priestesses of Allyssa."

Ander nods and takes a seat next to Bethany on his bed. "Those are certainly skills worth having in any group." As he glances at her, his eyes drift down a bit, taking note of Bethany's modest cleaveage.

Bethany starts to blush and turns a little from Ander, "I believe that you're appreciating more than just my abilities, good sir." Her eyes dart down a little to glance at the growing bulge in Ander's leather pants.

Ander coughs and stands, turning away for a moment, "Sorry, you just, uh, brought out the young, healthy side of me."