<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor         <strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Sheathed, rapier and daggers<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28                      <br/><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br/><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tali was rather interested in Viryian’s bag-of-stuff. The tabaxi hadn’t exactly lifted her brow at it, but while the man tossed the guard a piece of bread with orders to interrogate someone, she couldn’t help the cautious whispers that came across her mind. Things like; was there something special about that bread? Or had he simply anticipated that such simple fare would be enough to persuade someone to loosen their tongue? It made her curious about the state these people had to live in, if that were the case.<br/><br/>Life on land was laced with restrictions and red tape, a bitter reminder that ‘equal shares’ and comradery didn’t have the same meaning here. For the first time a frown tugged at her lips and she found herself lifting her nose at the people in the room.<br/><br/>She was looking forward to returning to her ship one day. But her affection toward the tall blonde beside her was enough to keep her moving away from the sea and deeper inland. She would just have to tolerate these capitalist asshats.<br/><br/>Easing her grip on Amberyll came only after one last affectionate squeeze and a smooch against one of those blushing ears. Tali took the potion that was offered to her -carefully tucking it away where it would be accessible and safe at a pouch on her belt. Then she shrugged her shoulders, dismissing the entire room with a flick of her tail. She had no doubts about the skills of her party - and while she didn’t know who this elf was or what her skills were, Tali was always quick to adopt newcomers and to see their potential. Brain was mightier than brawn, after all.<br/><br/>At least most of the time. When all else failed, they could always send in that hell hound.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Back outside, Tali found herself looking towards the ridge she had spotted the centaur standing on. She highly doubted that another would be perched up there after being spotted the first time, but she flared her nose, breathed in deep, and tasted the wind again.<br/><br/>“Why is it that a camp of fully trained guardsmen lack critical thinking and the talents necessary to dispose of their own problems?” She adjusted her fine hat and spoke low enough that only those standing close to her might hear her scolding. “I’m never against helping, but are leaders among land-lovers really so incompetent?”<br/><br/>Her tail swished, but with a sigh and another shrug, she was over it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>At 2021-05-14 11:19:28, Tali (uid: 4492) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153349) </div></div><br/><br/>