<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;">Retconned overchannel included <a class="postlink" href="https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=19&amp;t=3808&amp;p=455879#p455879">here</a>. Here's the relelvant info.<br/>[Overchannel Damage (3d8): 3, 3, 7 = 13]<br/>HP: 39/52<br/>PP: 72</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Earlier*</span><br/><br/>No sooner had the group arrived did Mindy wrench a hand free from one of her companions, and clutch onto her forehead. "NNgh!" The telepath gasped as the psionic overexertion took its toll. She let out a few labored breaths, and then sighed. "I-I'm fine. I'm fine." She stutters, though it's clear that she's not. Her eyes are slightly bloodshot, and cold sweat covers her brow. A touch of red is threatening to start trickling out of her right nostril.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'd better heal this before I make the shelter. This one will have to last longer than usual."</span><br/><br/>Then the conversation about Puime started. She decides to hold off on a body adjustment until she had to overchannel again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Outside the Jolly Barbazu*</span><br/><br/>Mindy had really wished that she had healed herself earlier. Or at least, had let Vonerys tend to her. The first thing she sees’s after warping to the inn is a very angry, possibly hungry naga and his four armed guards.<br/><br/>She tries to stammer out an apology. "P-pardo-Er-! S-s-ssorry! We're sorry! We didn't mean to..." She trails off as she realizes that the Sogluyem man before them didn't care about there reason and excuses.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"At least if I'm swallowed, I won't be alone."</span>She thinks, picturing herself and her blue-haired companion in an elongated serpentine stomach. The two squeezed together, too tightly to move or think, let alone escape. A hand is outside feeling their progress into becoming nutrition.<span style="font-style: italic">"Come to think of it, I've never been in a stomach with someone else before."</span><br/><br/>But then, the large predator moved aside, inviting the two to pass.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"False alarm?"</span>She wonders.<span style="font-style: italic">"Whatever the case, I'll take it."</span><br/><br/>"Sorry again!" She says quickly. She walks swiftly, giving a nervous smile to the naga and any bullywugs she mistakenly makes eye contact with.  She doesn’t let go of Alyssa’s hand, frantically not wanting to lose track of her only available ally.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*If not stopped, after talking to the Imp.*</span><br/><br/>“Alright then, thank you.” She says, having calmed down. She knew the imps didn’t care for manners, but it felt good to be able to have a fairly normal conversation after stammering out half-sentences. She turns to Alyssa and says, “Could you go on ahead to the room and let the others know that we going to have more guests? It will take less trips if there are less people to bring.”