<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Tumblr_n5yb00nhXQ1qhwzkvo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahmi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tallah, Zephyria<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Solving for X, showing my work<br/><hr/><br/>"Ladies." Rahmi rounded a table they could share and, without touching a single meaty butcher block furnishing, stood at the far end with her feet drawn together. Beside these things made to survive contact with brawling meatheads, and between Zephyria and Tallah, she was tiny. A bending reed. If Monk had been an option when the Great Clicker had given her life, she might have been first in line, but Fate had steered her on a different path. "Excellent. A fine team. Yes, a map."<br/><br/>Her hand barely disturbed the opening of her bottomless satchel, but the tome she pulled from within stretched the leather obscenely like a fruit bat giving birth to a Necronomicon. Unlike the bat, it was fine afterward. Extradimensional storage was funny like that. "I trust you will find my record-keeping adequate." The tome hung open as she paged through it, every hour of every day she'd existed thus far, every room she'd explored, every person she'd encountered. There was a page for Tallah and one for Zephyria, with rudimentary sketches more concerned with speculating on their chakras than any crass physical feature- although, yes, she had noticed.<br/><br/>Her mapmaking was equally meticulous. A grid carefully quarantined every acre she'd explored, with delicate tracing of the guardsman's map which was, by comparison, pretty crude. Math lined the margins where she'd determined the height of the cliffs, and the distances of things on the horizon, and based on the shadows of the trees, the basic curvature of their world. "You want an edge. I'll give it to you. Help me to observe, and we'll analyze every meter of what makes Skyreach tick. Understand chance, and risk, and Fate, and no longer will you beat yourselves blue against trial and error. We will know what awaits us before we've even arrived."<br/><br/>Rahmi wasn't done with her bag. A slim journal s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out with white knuckle effort, and passing the blank and nondescript thing to Zephyria, she struggled out a third for Tallah. That poor bag, and Rahmi had not even started collecting bear corpses or suits of armor. "I want you both to keep a journal. I promise to make it worth your while." For a moment she cast her dark eyes out over the other teams and the stragglers, clearly anticipating one or two more would want to join them... but...<br/><br/>"It seems I was given a strong work ethic but no personal magnetism. It might be worth noting."