{{Sorry for not posting. I couldn't get onto the internet for a while.}}<br/>{{Welcome Kitt. Nice to know I'm not the only one just entering the fray}}<br/>{{What's the DC on the Spot Check for reading the rules of the Inn? Unless theres an apparent danger in trying to read it, Mindy would have at least tried to find out by now(I just want to make sure there no loopholes that make our lives forfiet).}}<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"At least he seems friendly."</span>Mindy thought to herself, smiling politely to the afro'd man. "Most people call me Mindy. What's your name?"<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>She watched the monk greet his companions. Her eyes met with the teifling, and she gives a simple nodding gesture to acknowledge her. The kind you would give to acquaintances at a distance.<span style="font-style: italic">"What was her name again? When did I hear it, if I did at all."</span>She didn't have to ponder it long before introductions were made between the tiefling, her two friends and the human. She memorized the names, then looked over the rest of the group.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Quite the assortment here..."</span>She thought. A half-dragon, an incredibly nervous looking goblin, a mousefolk in robes, a bunnygirl with a scythe sporting a bloated abdomen and an outright huge winged centaur with an even bigger stomach.<span style="font-style: italic">"W-whoa... How much did he eat? And who's in there for that matter..."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Now's not the time for that, Libris!"</span>Her psicrystal demanded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Right, right..."</span>Mindy replied mentally. The little rock had a habit of getting mad whenever she got a little sidetracked by her... interests.<span style="font-style: italic">"They don't look like your typical assortment of preds, what with the goblin and the mousefolk walking around without chains on them. This is a good chance to get some information."</span><br/><br/>As the group started towards the table, she asked the large human. "Um... would anyone mind if I sat with you and your friends?"<br/><br/>[Listen check to hear the "Trafficking sentients" Line: 1d20+4, 5+4 = 9. Failure, most likely.]<br/><br/>{{the first part is just before the others show up. I apologize for being retroactive, though I didn't expect 3 extra pages.}}