"Right," Mouse said to her two companions, "spooky."<br/><br/>Well it<em>was</em>, but she wouldn't be caught dead saying so. She leaped out of the boat and onto shore without even disturbing the motion of the boat, rather like an ethereal banshee herself. And she was quite glad to be out of the seaspray and put her feet on good, honest land again. Of course, the rhythmic beating and shouting didn't make it any less spooky, nor did the light that filtered its way through the trees. If she didn't know better, she might think that it was intended to distract her from investigating the structure or the other boats.<br/><br/>"Keep yourselves safe. I'll be back soon," she said as she went, although she had a feeling they were going to rush in the same way she was.<br/><br/>First she wanted to get a look at whoever was making that noise. As she flitted from tree to tree, she kept herself hidden - while her place in the Great Plan had been one where<em>she</em>was the distraction, the preparation for a guerrilla war against the Dragons hadn't skimped on learning how to avoid making noise in a forest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mouse Sneak: 11</div><div class="spoiler_body">+4 if the Fact is good enough.<br/>At 2019-10-04 18:39:02, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140163)</div></div>