Rick glanced at Rebecca once again. Her tight leather breastpiece and similar leggings with guards at her shins and calves reminded Rick of the time he played a role-playing game. Rick finally said "In Dungeons and Dragons, you would be called a thief."
"A thief?" gasped Rebecca. "I certainly do not steal!"
"No, thieves use their dexterity to pick locks and defuse traps. They normally do not steal." Rick reminded himself that the thief can just act sneaky and successfully anyone's pocket, including her very own friends.
"Oh," said Rebecca.
"And who am I?" asked Diane.
Rick looked at Diane. She is dressed in a tight vest of tanned leather that ducked down at the neckline enough to show cleavage and a short skirt that came to mid-thigh and appeared to be mostly the same material. He picked up the bow and said "Obviously, you are an archer."
"Where are my arrows?" asked Diane as Rick handed her the bow.
"In the quiver right behind you," replied Rick.
Diane glanced behind her, pulled an arrow and said "I didn't know that I could shoot arrows. She tested the arrow on the bow. The arrow landed right dead center in a tree where a branch used to sprout from the now dead-opening.
"And me?" inquired Harriet.
Noticing that Harriet is dressed in a bluish-grey set of robes that was tightly belted at the waist, Rick said "You are a magician and you can cast magic spell from that oak staff."
Harriet picked up the staff and said "Just what spell do I know how to cast. Rick replied
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