With no idea, Ralli asks Bella for help.

"I do not know where to start," Ralli admitted to herself, storming towards the dining hall. "However, I know who may. Bella may know where nuns of loose character congregate. She is also... the only person I feel comfortable asking this."

Her friend Bella was in the dining hall, chatting with some other teachers who had just gotten out of class. Unlike Ralli, Bella was comfortable and friendly with just about anyone, and was cordial with all of the other faculty. She was near the start of the line.

Ralli approached, hooked one arm under the sleeve of her friend's red robe, and started dragging her off.

"Ohoh! Hello, love!" Bella asked, smiling brightly beneath her huge curls and biting her painted lower lip. "Aren't we frisky today, darling? You need your daily girl talk that bad, do you?"

"Yes," Ralli answered honestly.

Having no idea how to respond to that, the magic teacher allowed the sergeant to drag her back to the teacher's hall in relative silence. As soon as the door was closed, however, she continued with the questions. "Ralli, what is this? What's got you in such a fuss, sweetie? Ooh, I get it! It's a lover, isn't it?!"

"No," Ralli answered, moving to her bed and collapsing on it. She hadn't even taken her armor off yet, and the bed frame creaked. She removed her helmet and tossed it on the floor, allowing her to run her hands down her stressed, exposed face. She spoke from behind them. "During training exercises today... I promised Harvey Dustaine a cute nun with a hot ass."

Bella watched her for a moment, unbelieving, then cracked into a snorting laugh. "You what?! Ohohoho, darling! Darling darling darling! Why in this world...?! A cute nun with a hot ass?! How in bloody blazes do you propose to procure such a fantasy for the poor man?"

"I have no idea. I'm asking you," Ralli pouted, still crossing her arms over her scarred eyes.

"Okay, honey, okay. I'm glad you came to me. This sounds like a fun little diversion, indeed. Now... did Harvey tell you what he wanted in a nun?"

"Yes. I asked," Ralli responded, glad she'd apparently been right to ask, even if it had been awkward. She described what Harvey had requested exactly as he had said it: when information was stored in a deathspeaker's memory, they rarely ever lost it until it was removed for something else.

Bella watched with a bemused smile, her grin growing as she did so. "Oho. Ohoho! This man is bold! I like him already," she commented, licking her lips. "Doesn't sound like much of a brain snack, though. Hmm... He told you to describe him to a nun though, right?"

"Correct. I'm prepared to do so."

"Well... Let me hear it. How would you describe him?"

"Mmm... Harvey is large, with orange hair and tan skin. He is muscular and tall. He is ruggedly handsome. He is energetic and brash. He can be rough... but also noble and kind. He is probably a generous lover... for you, a nun. He would definitely appreciate your hot ass... speaking to you, a nun."

Bella's smile was smaller, but somehow more amused. "Hmm...! Ooh, with a description like that, who wouldn't? I almost want to take the vows and join the convent myself, especially now that they've done away with the whole chastity bit! If only they'd turn those blasted crosses upside down, but that's probably a deal-breaker. So, Ralli, dear... You're in luck. I think I already know the perfect nun for this man. She can probably even be ready by tonight."

"Excellent," Ralli said as enthusiastically as she ever said anything, sitting up on her bed. "I was right to rely on you. Who is she?"