<br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mimics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP: </strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Damage:</strong>    <br/><br/><strong>Armor:</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Abilities</span><br/><strong>Mimicry: </strong>It looks just like a treasure chest. But if you listen closely, you can hear its heartbeat. When you interact with a mimic unawares of its true nature, roll+DEX. On a 10+, you avoid the mimic's jaws. On a 7-9, you evade getting eaten and simply take damage. On a miss, you take no damage but the mimic stretches its elastic body and swallows you whole. When you're inside a mimic, take -1 forward from the mimic's digestive juices and don't get too comfortable. Mimics digest anything. When you try to escape a mimic, roll+CON. On a miss, the mimic deals damage to you and some of your stuff gets ruined. On a 10+, pick two. On a 7-9, pick one: <br/>*You get out <br/>*Deal your damage to the mimic <br/>*None of your stuff is ruined.<br/></div></div></div>(https://i.imgur.com/tXeIowP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/P6f5iBZ.jpg)<br/><br/></div><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">- Who's Where? -</div><div class="spoiler_body">Juro: Room 215<br/>Valna: Kitchen<br/>Katra: Room 215<br/>Mercy: Room 215<br/>Grella: Room 215</div></div></div><br/>S gave a beaming smile to the party, and Grella would swear she heard a light purr when she patted the wall, "Thank you all so very much for your understanding" she cooed, "And don't worry, I'll make sure you're all full to bursting, and if master wishes some joyful inebriation then consider the cost no concern" she added to Katra with a wink, willing to fill her with booze by the gallon if she wanted.<br/><br/>When Grella brought up the idea of splitting off a piece of her to act as a form of communication, a lantern seemed to light over her head, "Ah, that's not a bad idea at all master" she said, "It does take a bit of extra energy, but I am able to split pieces of myself entirely and spread out over quite the distance. I've never made an exact measurement of it, but I believe I'd be able to stretch to Wyrmfell no problem. And also..." she said, both of her maid bodies blushing and bashfully tapping their fingers together, "It doesn't<em>have</em>to just be for your office. I could also split off a piece to accompany you directly. That way I could relay messages directly back to your headquarters" she suggested, "I mean, I love being an inn, but part of me has always been curious what it'd be like to actually be an adventurer, rather than just eating them" she said, a bit embarrassed to admit she wanted to imitate her food, "And it's not just communication, I could help you in more direct ways too!" she said.<br/><br/>Suddenly one of the slime maids started to morph again, compressing down into the shape of a<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">sword</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/3081tkK.jpg)</div></div>. The other maid grabbed the weapon and began modeling it for them. From every angle it appeared to be just a regular, if not ornate, weapon. However in an instant the blade shifted to reveal it's true nature, the blade turning into a long, barbed tongue, one of the eyes on the hilt winking at them, "See? and not only that..." the mimic again shifted, this time becoming a full standing<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">suit of armor</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/3bHd58H.jpg)</div></div>, "Whether it's offense or defense I could help protect you"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GVpIMi4.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/8zGpjlf.gif)</div>VALNA<br/><br/>The maid gave a cute little giggle when Valna called her both nice and dangerous, cute and terrifying, "Oh please master, there's no need for flattery" she cooed, apparently taking both sides as a compliment, "And indeed I am pretty smart. It definitely helps that I've eaten plenty of wizards and alchemists in the past. They're good brain food" she claimed with pride, showing a perhaps-worrying lack of shame or regret in boasting about the quality of people's she's eaten, "speaking of food, your friends are about to gather in the common room for a late lunch, would you care to join them?" she asked, as the cooking slime in the background suddenly went into double time, chopping up big hearty chunks of meat and throwing them on the spit in anticipation of an orcish appetite.