<span style="font-style: italic">”She knew Cale.”</span>Mindy thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">”Not surprising, considering how he acted toward women. I’ll have to talk to her later about when she last saw him.”</span><br/><br/>She addresses Rihyan and Allie. “I can only take about three people with me if I use my dimension door. Rihyan, you count as two I’m afraid, so it’ll just be the three of us I’m afraid. I don’t expect too much trouble though, so….” She trails off as Jess began gorging herself of the fallen Heodo.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Wow… she’s good! Gods, I wish I could eat like that.”</span>She wondered, feeling slight twinges of jealousy. Jealousy for the dead hobgoblins that disappeared into the husky folk’s middle , for Soma who got to listen and feel the stomach as it did it’s job, and most of all, for Jess herself who could eat like that in the first place, then  digest it all away in a few minutes..<br/><br/>Mindy thought back on her old ‘experiments’ with swallowing things whole. She had practiced with everything from apples to loaves of bread, to a certain watermelon that took forever to work off. She was grateful that there was no one around who remembered the time she tried to vore a live chicken, her first and last attempt to play the role of powerful pred.<br/><br/>Then Soma began talking about tactics. When the topic shifted to morals and motivation, Mindy couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.  She says,<span style="font-style: italic">”So basically, they don’t expect you to help them, they expect you to do the fighting anyway because it’s your nature to ‘Do the right thing’. They make some good points, they’re not giving us a straight reason on why their doing this. Jess seems sincere, but…” </span><br/><br/>“Obligations aside…” Mindy starts. “Let’s get back to the matter of tactics. A direct attack is too risky in my opinion.  Even if we can outmatch them, they don’t have to outmatch us. If the fight get’s out of hand, it might attract the Nezibolg, the so-called law in this town. After that, a bribe from the Sogluyem will have them after us, leaving us outnumbered, and wanted.”<br/><br/>She leans against a wall as she continues her analysis. “Of course, that’s not even including Puime. You told us she was collared by the Sogluyem, correct? That means they effectively have a half-dragon paladin at their beck and call. I don’t think anyone here wants to fight her to the death, win or lose. This makes her a very deadly hostage. We couldn’t risk killing her, but she could kill us rather easily. ”<br/><br/>“Come to think of it….”  The telepath put’s her hand on her chin, thinking about other options. “Trying to free Puime might be a first priority. The one thing we’re truly lacking in this town is numbers, and having her on our side would mean a lot. Other options would be finding mercenaries who would join us; we could offer first pick, or even most of the spoils. That may not sound appealing…” Her hand shifts up, trying to hide the smirk on her face. “But as it was just explained rather carefully, our group isn’t in this for the riches.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”I wonder how she’ll respond to THAT.”</span>She mused, sharing this little thought with Chrrou.  Then, she steps forward. “Either way, I need to head out and reset the shelter. Rihyan, Alyssa, if you still wish to join me, please take my hand.”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">When those coming are ready, and if nothing stops Mindy from leaving.</span><br/><br/>“She gives a quick. “Tenna' telwan *.”  to Soma, returning her previous courtesy. And concentrates on the area near to where she prepared the shelter. Her glasses reflect a light coming fom her eyes, and with a quick flash, they’re gone.  {{*Elven: Until later.}}<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">[Spending 7 powerpoints to manifest Psionic Dimension Door, teleporting the group to where Mindy has set up the Shelter in the Lumberyard.]<br/><br/>[EDIT: Retconning in an Overchannel to raise Manifester level by two, allowing an additional person to come.]<br/><br/>[Overchannel Damage (3d8): 3, 3, 7 = 13]<br/><br/>Sorry for the excessive wordiness, but there was a lot to comment on. I think I’ll have to leave the destination to Praexon, since I don’t know the layout of the lumber yard.<br/><br/>PP: 87/128 (-7 Dimension Door)</div></div></div>