{Taking 10 on the knowledge roll (Yay being able to do DC 10 tests untrained) for 15, and got, using random.org because I'm not sure what else I'm supposed to do to get some dice going around here... an unmodified 12 on the perception roll, because Prinne's a derp in that regard~}<br/><br/>It had been a slow night before arriving at the Venomous Voice for a certain alraune. She had only recently gotten to town, and had decided to take a break from looking for work here for the day - after a number of false starts early on (<span style="font-weight: bold">Apparently</span>crystal-forging wasn't as desired a smithing skill as she thought) she was getting a bit disappointed at it. So after a fairly amusing show (live vore was something she didn't quite expect, but then again... village life means you don't have much in the way of expectations for your entertainment), Prinne, the alraune blacksmith and would-be warrior, would be pleasantly surprised by the request for her company. Prinne almost thought to ask 'why me?', but didn't get the chance, her mouth opening and closing as the serving-harpy wandered off to go tell some other people something similar.<br/><br/>The girl wasn't exactly capable of standing up from her seat - she wasn't even on a chair, for her verdant and leafy lower body more or less precluded that, no matter how cute its pink flower petals and green leaves might have been. Instead, she just leaned back and crawled backwards on a series of roots that rose like legs. Her upper body was perhaps better to look at for a normal humanoid - a white dress and beige skirt concealed her naughty bits and much of her skin, but that skin was like a human's in tone (unlike some of her green-skinned brethren, Prinne's lineage was better at resembling a human) from what could be seen of her hands and face, and her light-green hair flowed down so far that it actually settled on the petals of her flower, though it was slightly interrupted by smaller leafy flowers that... it was hard to tell if they were ornaments or<span style="font-weight: bold">part</span>of her. Possibly the latter, all said. Still, her golden eyes focused on the backstage intently, even as she reached back to ensure a particularly large sheathed blade was still there - it was.<br/><br/>So it was with a level of amusement, and almost a bright-eyed 'oh wow' sentiment, that Prinne wandered off towards where Miss Alizome and the chorister were waiting...