<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/>"Oh, "she" is fine. And feel free to call me Slimy Stop, or just "S" for short if you'd like" the mimic said with a smile, seeming to literally identify as the inn itself, "And to answer your question, he was a merchant. He boasted his grand plan to make it big by venturing into the Orisian Empire and joining the elven slave trade. Said he wanted to establish some kind of secret supply line to traffic elves from Wyrmfell back into Jo'dariel"<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jo'dariel (https://i.imgur.com/BGdd620.jpg) is the city that used to be the capital of the elven kingdom before the orc invasion. After taking over the orcs made it the capital of the Orisian Empire, and opted to keep the name and much of it's history intact, as if the entire city is a trophy.<br/><br/>While slavery is illegal in Lyse, it is practiced in the Orisian Empire, though specifically with elves only. For the sake of maintaining peace between nations, the ownership of elven slaves is begrudgingly tolerated when members of the Empire visit Lyse, so long as they have proper paperwork. However any citizens of Lyse trying to participate in the slave trade, unless explicitly to free someone of ownership, is highly illegal, and as such is considered a black market trade.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">Technically elven citizens of free nations are protected from being enslaved when they enter the Orisian Empire, and trying to enslave a foreign citizen carries a heavy penalty. However actual enforcement of this regulation is extremely loose, and there are many who see the enslavement of foreigners as "reclaiming" property that rightfully belongs to the Empire. As such elves trafficked from other nations are highly coveted and fetch a high price on the black market, making it a temptingly lucrative business for especially dubious slavers. It is highly advised that any elf visiting the Empire is escorted by a group of non-elves at all times.</div></div>she explained, "I couldn't believe that someone from our queendom would be willing to do such a thing, kidnapping innocent people and selling them into slavery. There's no way I could just sit by and let that happen. He completely deserved it!...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">plus he was rather plump and juicy</span>..." she added under her breath.<br/><br/><br/>Her expression started to shift as Katra kept talking about getting authorities involved, and having to report to said authorities. Juro could tell plainly that she wasn't enthused by the idea at all, "U-Ummm, well...I was actually hoping we could avoid getting the authorities involved in this..." she said, glancing away awkwardly, realizing it might be a hard sell given what they knew now, "Like I said, I promise from the bottom of my heart that I won't ever eat anyone again. I really mean it!" she said, clearly not trusting that authorities would be willing to work with a giant mimic, "I can tip off the guard when evil doers stay at the inn, but I don't have to actually tell them about myself do I? That just seems like an unnecessary complication. I really just want to go back to having a quiet life" she pleaded.<br/><br/>"Also, if you were willing to just drop all of this I could...umm...make it worth your while?" she said with a sheepish smile, "You could stay here for free whenever you'd like,<em>full services</em>included" she said, looking to Grella in particular when she said "full services".<br/><hr/><strong>Juro</strong>uses Discern Realities and asks "What should I be on the lookout for?"<br/>A: Slimy Stop seems to be<em>very much</em>against getting involved with the authorities, and is getting steadily more anxious the more Katra pushes for it. You don't get the sense that she'll get violent over it, she seems genuinely pacifistic in regards to the party, but it's clear it will take considerable effort to convince her to make any kind of deal that involves exposing herself or working for the queendom in an official capacity.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qJsz4CI.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/8zGpjlf.gif)</div>VALNA<br/><br/>"I'm perfectly ok, this is...me..." she admitted sheepishly to Valna, "And yes, everything in the Inn is apart of<em>me</em>" she said, emphasizing "me". She let go of Valna and straightened herself up, sliding back a few steps before shifting into the same humanoid mimic form the bottle mimic had transformed into earlier, hoping it would get across what she meant. She quickly shifted back into her maid form, giving the girl and sheepish and apologetic smile, "I'm sorry for deceiving you, but I really mean you no harm master" she insisted again, "Perhaps you need a moment to relax and calmly process everything. Here, how about I make you something to eat?" she said, motioning to the room, calling attention to the fact they were currently inside the Inn's kitchen. She could see slime maids flooding in and out, grabbing trays of food and drink. At the center of the kitchen was a particularly active slime, hands and tendrils busy at work manning all the stoves and grills by herself, cooking, pouring, and washing dishes all on her own. It was truly a sight to see, even if Valna probably didn't want to think about food at the moment given what she was standing inside.