((welcome back, Praexon. And it could be worse. I could have made her a synad. >:3 ))<br/>[Psicraft Check to Identify Body Purification (DC 15+3); 1d20+20, 17+20 = 37, Pass]<br/>[Psicraft Check to Identify Aura Sight (DC 15+1); 1d20+20, 3+20 = 23, Pass]<br/>[Psicraft Check to Identify Missive (DC 15+1); 1d20+20, 1+20 = 21, Pass]<br/><br/>Mindy felt the mental pings of Soma's first power, watching the alcohol induced blush drain away from her face.<span style="font-style: italic">"Another psion. I wonder what discipline she specializes in..."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"She's unarmed. An egoist then? That way she could just transform to fight."</span>Her psicrystal suggested.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Perhaps. What do you think was in that missive?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Not sure. Though the tieflings don't seem to be in it just for doing the right thing. Maybe they're working on a con? 'play along, money's involved'; could probably make her attitude switch."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah, all this talk about a two hundred gold room is already looking shady."</span>Figuring it was time to add something to this conversation, Mindy spoke up.<br/><br/>"Uh, before everyone talks about getting rooms, might I point out that our...," She glanced at Auralia, "Aquaintance just, albeit unintentionally, ran off several server imps. Disrupting the staff here is an offense that the Inn can fine us for. They'll likely charge us for each imp that fled."<br/><br/>She thinks back to the plaque, trying to remember just how much the fine for disrupting staff is, and how many imps teleported off. "Before anyone tries renting the emperor's suite, let's see how much money is left after paying our dues. We don't want to be slapped with a fine that can't be payed. Not here..."<br/><br/>She saw the griffonfolk going for the squirrelgirl. Watching people eat each other... interested her, to be honest. The idea of a presence within you, at your mercy, stimulating your insides as it flailed wildly, all of that and more was incredibly exciting to her.<br/><br/>But this town had been giving her too much of what she wanted. Having friends die in front of her, fearing for her life if some big brute decided they were hungry, watching screams and tears from victims, made her feel guilty for being infatuated with it.<br/><br/>But she was still afraid of getting involved. She felt that she lacked the strength to do something alone. If these potential allies took action, she would help, if discreetly. But for now, all she could do was sit and watch. Mustering her courage, she spoke up, though not to talk about the slave.<br/><br/>"If it's privacy that's needed, I can arrange something. A shelter that can't even be scryed into easily. It's not exactly comfortable though. You folk look like you've been through a lot, so the choice is yours."