<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br/>At the sound of her name Missy turned and waved. She was at the bottom of the steps already, limbering up for the trek ahead.<br/><br/>And what did that look like, with a Dexterity of 20?<br/><br/>Touching her toes was never a problem. She began instead touching her heels by behind over backward in a fiery loop, transferring her upright weight to her hands. Gradually, without shiver or halt, her toes reached out east and west, then north and south, completing the sphere touching ground. Her knees held her shoulders for a count of ten before standing tall, shaking out her tails, and exhaling. She had not touched her toes, but touched every part of her body with her toes instead. This was her prelude to sleeping under the stars with four strange women.<em>Look at how nimble and free I am. You could be like me. </em><br/><br/>"Let's go, while I'm still hungry! There's yearning in my core and adventure in my sights. I've got a spool of rope, a lantern against the darkness, and a bottle of wine for celebration. We go to lands unconquered for to find a moonlight tower and all the wonders within. I'll scout ahead, you lot follow behind."