<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dgrj9Ci.jpg?1)</div><strong>Isma The Fool</strong><br/>The Slayer - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  23 / 23<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Thirst</strong>:  1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: confused (-1 WIS)<hr/><br/>"I mean, that's just straight up presumptuous. I'll have you know I've played a hundred halls, and have only been kicked out, arrgh, of half of them!-gruh" Isma retorted, grunting with effort as she finally managed to dislodge the lid of the coffin, having to roll away as it came sliding off to avoid being pinned underneath it, "Ugh, stupid freakin' box...and yes I imagine there are no end of spirits still lingering about. See little one? That's why it's important to clear out the bad juju, or at least give the ghosts a good show so they won't mess with ya" She casually replied to the witch's warning, seemingly unphased by the idea of being surrounded by spirits. With a heavy sigh and a dusting of her hands the fool casually slumped over the funerary box, still breathing a bit heavily from the exertion, "alright then, let's see what's behind coffin number 1...eh!?" she muttered, about to peer inside the coffin, but had her attention snapped away as Seras suddenly let out a sharp howl.<br/><br/>"Ouch. You know I'm not one for "I told you so"s, but it's no accident that<em>you</em>got bit by the ghost dog not seconds after dismissing my valuable warnings. That's a little something called "Karma", people up in the north preach it, though I'm sure that's just<em>bullshit</em>too..." she cooed, rather unsympathetic to the tiny warrior's plight. Shaking her head Isma finally turned her attention back to the coffin, and the corpse laid within. It didn't take long to parse that something was off about the creature, and when a tiny pat against it's flesh revealed it to be unnaturally<em>soft </em>Isma had all he convincing she needed, "Hmmm, yep, that's not good..." she mused, casually throwing open her cape with a long flourish of her arm, revealing that the garment was actually lined with all manner of tools and supplies, including a sharp pair of battle axes. However for all the strange implements lining the cloak, the jester settled on a rather simple pair of tools: a small bottle of oil, and a bundle of matches. Without saying a word to the others Isma would casually dump the entire bottle out over the wolf's corpse, then with equal bluntness would strike up a match and toss it into the coffin, "sorry Woofy, gonna need you to do one last trick for me...play dead..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: At 2018-11-30 14:21:15, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127065)</div></div>