Maylea moved slightly, her hand curling around one edge of the vest, picking it up and running her fingers over the edging, raising an eyebrow.  She shook her head, and shrugged her bag off, unfolding and opening the vest across her lap.<em>I wonder what on earth this vest could be,</em>she thought to herself, looking over the inside of it, looking for any sign that her untrained senses could detect as to what it's purpose might be.<br/><br/>[[[Roll Result: doreados rolled: 1d20, adding 13to the total<br/>Comment: Search<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 30]]]