"Everyone knows, we have such a bad reputation. We're such a weird group of troublemakers." she said wistfully of herself and her guild. Though many of them were exceedingly kind-hearted but usually that got them into an unnecessary bit of trouble. One such moment would be coming up pretty soon. Aine and her companion of the moment were turning the corner headed to a pastry shop that Aine frequented. "Sure, I wouldn't mind showing you around a bit..." she mentioned, still that nagging bit of caution at the back of her mind, but that was soon replaced as the woman was run into face first by a young redhead lad with spiky hair and his face painted with a tear drop under each of his green eyes. As he crashed into her, there were several people chasing after him and the young lad tried to keep running a blush on his face as he fell face first into rather cushion filled cleavage.
"Eh, sorry. Gotta go. They're after me." he said trying to scramble up but only further falling into the woman who seemed stunned then laughed outright. She'd simply hug the young man to keep him from moving further, causing him to lose his face and breath in her massive boobs. "Yare, yare... what's the rush?" she mentioned only to see a crowd of seemingly angry adults coming to a halt before her.