(Thanks to Snowe's fantastic explanation to me I finally understand what she intended. If you need a little more clarification I can try to offer my understanding: Its a stat for stat versus concept. The opposing stat versus your relevant stat ( a skill check essentially). You take the score of your stat and then add the die roll. To determine die type, you figure out the minimum score to roll and then pick the corresponding die. I.E if you need at least a 2, roll a d4, need a 3 a d6, a 4 or 5 roll a d8, and so on and so forth. Then add the result to the stat. And that's all folks)<br/><br/>[ #3: Poison Strength= 25. Constitution= 28, 1d4= 2. 28+2= 30, 30>25- Test succeeds]<br/><br/>Valin looked on in curiosity at the innkeeper as he took a quick look at the small procession that formed within the confines of the inn. Only one room? Now that seemed rather odd especially for a place that was supposed to be an inn. Though knowing nothing of Orliesian customs he let out a soft shrug as a response. He turned to the dwarf who sat next to him and then looked to the two elven woman that he remembered seeing outside just a few moments ago. And now a man in magic robes sauntered in and got the same story. Valin shrugged a second time. He knew it was going to be somewhat uncomfortable with this many people in a single room. However he really wanted to sleep in at least a covered building for the upcoming night. Seeing as there were no other options he turned to the dwarf. "I'm alright with it if you are sir...And what about the rest of you? I can sleep on the ground just fine." He asked aloud.<br/><br/>And then something odd happened. The innkeeper, a proprietor who wanted to make some coin, offered all of them a free drink. This was very odd in deed considering that Valin had only ever heard of someone doing such a thing if they were drunk or if they really needed the business, and it seemed to him that this man had one of the few remaining businesses of this nature around. However Valin wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth as he lifted the cup, said his thanks, and let the liquid slip down his throat. He let out a contented sigh and looked onward. The drink was surprisingly bitter and a tad sour but at least to his palette it was refreshing enough. "That was rather bitter..." He said out loud almost complaining about its taste as he lightly smacked his lips together.