<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GD4Ccek.jpg)</div><strong>Sagacious Emerald AKA "Sage"</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x2COni4h1cYJFuB9wqN-VtISzoRrXM0Rl5qhoQMuykQ/edit)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>: The tomb?<br/><span class="bbc_u">Time</span>: Night<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tagging</span>: All present<br/><span class="bbc_u">Actions</span>: Damn it!<br/><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span>: Riverspeak, Flametongue, High Realm, Old Realm<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Some of the others beat him to speaking and he let them, his mind racing.  He knew that there were those here that were warriors.  Perhaps very skilled ones.  But the power of this being and their haphazard equipment made victory over this spirit extremely unlikely.  Evening Glory spoke and she seemed to listen.  Sage tilted his head and licked his lips nervously as she replied.  Then he turned to the rest of the group, "All right.  Bad news: we have to beat her or we're all going to die."  He spread his hands, "She's an Ifrit Warrior, she's not just strong and skilled but also has magics to back her up; these weapons we have might not even be able to hurt her.  Now, the good news: she has to be defeated but she's allowing us to challenge her on our terms.  Or rather, one of us as a champion to challenger her on our terms."<br/><br/>"Think, all of you.  What are you good at that isn't fighting?  Anyone a good storyteller?  Good with riddles?  Jokes?"  He looked at each of his compatriots in turns.  "Anyone whistle real good?  Sing?  I could challenge her to crafting except there aren't any tools here, so I can't really contribute here other than as one of the people that can interpret what she's saying."