<span style="font-style: italic">((fortitude Save: 12 roll + 4 mod = 16, dc=15, outcome= pass))</span><br/><br/>Mowler once again grunted in disapproaval, Half because of the Bite of the bitter wind, Half because his Spy glass had somhow gotten Fogged in its holding place((pervious failed spot check)) he wipes off the Fogged survice. and again attempts to examen his surroandings.<br/><br/>"well, ello - ello - ello" he mutters to himself gazing apon the Semi Centipede Maiden in the center of the Square. " and What Are you?"<br/>Looking the Forgien Creature Over a minute... "your a cute thing arent ya?" his eyesight enhanced by the spyglass scanned over and stoped taking in the sight of the Sythe she was fumbling antsily with her hand "But I wouldnt wanna be on yer' bad side.."<br/>she was massive, It would be impossible for Mowler to even consider eating her. and Given that no One Had turned Sword nor Spear to her, He assumed she was with the 'good guys'.<br/><br/>Putting His Curiousity aside a moment,  he Continues to scan the Event unfolding befor him in the Square.  Catching sight of his 2 Drinking Buddies he'd met that night, Conversing with each other. he Sits and Listens intently to tryn figure out anything useful.<br/>((listen Check 3 roll +0mod = 3  {im guessing a fail}))<br/>But over the Wind and his own Virbrating Body he can distinquish nothing.<br/><br/>there for He once again Attempts to Servay the Direction of the incoming danger.<br/>((spot check: 9 roll + 0mod = 9))