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Scarlet bounced along as Guanicus led the crew into the guild house, her face twisting at each fowl stench. Her fingers twirled through her blonde locks as she began turning in every direction, mouth agape, to examine their surrounding. She paused in front of a skull lying upon one of the bookshelves and grinned for a moment, noting to herself that without flesh, most people appeared to smiling. It was a novel idea to her.

Realizing their old leader was continuing, she quickly skipped to catch the caboose of the group. She hummed gleefully to herself, not bothering to acknowledge any of her companions. She was in her own world of wonders here, even with the stench. Discreetly, she sniffed herself to be positive she had washed throughly enough and wasn't omitting the odor herself.

Soon enough, they reached the doorway into the study and Scarlet's happy grin grew. Her eyes went up to the paintings immediately, smile turning to a look of vague confusion as she tried to understand exactly what was happening within each canvas. Giving up on her art analysis, her next interest was Guanicus' big polar bear chair. She cautiously approached, poking the frozen muzzle and muttering something about it's sharp teeth to herself. When she glanced down and realized the old man had sat in the big bear's lap, she backed away and turned to the seven chairs.

"This one is pretty!" She exclaimed, rushing to chimera chair and running her hands over the silk muzzle. She plopped down, rocking back and forth contently. As Redjack spoke, her brilliant blue eyes shot up to him.

"Do I get a nickname?" She asked eagerly as her fingers absentmindedly traced the mouth of the goat head. Her gaze darted down as she swore she felt the mouth try to close around her fingertips and she quickly moved her hands to her lap.