((Haha, Ureck is in a big pinch, isn't he? Check FAILED check FAILED check FAILED. Also, nice idea with the quotes, Kitts, I'll have to try to do that when I'm traveling back in time to respond to stuff. ))<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Nice to meet you Undol, names Spike, at your service," he said, inclining his head.</div></blockquote><br/>"Oh, nice name. I wish my parents had given me something manly sounding like that," Undol replied, chuckling in his squeaky voice.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>As he [Spike]  watched Undol float the deck over, he commented, "actually, there are many reasons why an individual might not want to come back in here for a deck of cards, but perhaps we should keep them safe until he returns."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Ah, I'm sure he's just shy, really." Undol, while dexterous and a quick talker, didn't always come up with the best of ideas.  "Well, I suppose there's a limit to shyness, so you could be right." As Undol finished replying to the orc, Mirana had pulled the deck of cards from the air.<br/><br/>He sprinted back up to Mirana, dashing up her arm (I'm just gonna stop saying I take 10's on checks like that, Undol really can't fail stuff like that unless he rolls badly in a combat situation where he can't take 10) and climbing swiftly back up to her shoulder. He pushed some of his hair back, realizing for a moment how messy it was from all the experiences of the day.<span style="font-style: italic">I should really just cut it all off sometime, damn stuff makes me stand out more than I want to anyways,</span>he thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Saliva would dry off of my hair faster that way, too,</span>adding a glum note to the last of his deep thoughts.<br/><br/>He watched intently down at the deck of cards as Mirana opened them up, revealing something unexpected -- the cards had markings on them. Well, cards often had markings on them so someone could cheat, but nothing ever this obvious. It was most assuredly some sort of code.<br/><br/>"Damn it, I was never good with this stuff..." Undol mutters as Mirana flips through the cards. He wracked his brain trying to think of something as he looked at the cards, but nothing came to mind. (1d20 + 0 Decipher Script = Fail)<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Mirana: "Ahhh...some sort of crazy ramblings, i think. Or, maybe just a little game he was tryin' to play. Um...i really don't know..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Undol rubbed his chin and then replied sarcastically, "God, can't people find anything better to do these days?"<br/><br/>(Listen check for kitchen clattering: 1d20 + 9: 4 + 9 = 13, failed)<br/><br/>A moment later...<br/><br/>Someone shouted loudly over the bustle of the bar, "SERVING WENCH? TWO OF YOUR MOST EXPENSIVE DINNERS. NOW."<br/><br/>Undol grumbled to himself quietly, "Man, if I could, I'd wring the neck of folk like him..." He tapped the side of Mirana's chin with his hand, saying in a normal but sarcastic voice, "Well, we should go help out His Highness the Obnoxious Customer." He finished his statement with a nod toward the wolf's table.<br/><br/>Undol bid a brief farewell towards the orc. "Well, Spike, it was a pleasure talking to you. I think you're the nicest orc I've met...that's a compliment, by the way." The miniature man grinned widely as he mentioned mentioned the part about the compliment.<br/><br/>The Lilliputian grabbed onto a few strands of Mirana's hair, getting ready to move about again.