<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Lexara (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1948108)</span></div>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/r1ijNvzpvdOgCeQARkfSJVpM5tU6vEGqfeTYQYlKqsdn07VFAveB7jmyq15fcFrmCrIR-ar7zcAb2MXaWb4UwvQ_-jQG_60LglhiIUKTFUO969aKEBpowUUYJPzgdsttE-qLaTSI-gw=w640-h853-no)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Enber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1954308)</span></div>(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-36-87-rBVaJFhk0QWAEjuLAAHaY7afgjE499.jpg/blue-dragon-100-full-drill-diy-diamond-painting.jpg)</div>Ember layed town on the ground, enjoy the petting. She might be a mighty scaly scrature but a soft touch on her was plesent. Only thing she might compain about is coldness of the girls fingers.<br/><br/>Because the moment is so enjoyable. Ember stays silent, allowing Lexara to speak for both of them. They will have an agreement for that is going to be said, but the changing was one speaking. "Quite simply, almost everyone. Mostly people land-dwelling humanoids. There are tribes, who are independent, but even all added tougher they are hardly comparable to the three nations."<br/><br/>"Now tell me this. Who made this island, perhaps you?" This wasn't the best question, but really, this sounded like a gimmicky way to agree to work tougher on stopping this undead. Assuming the lich was honest, neither of the girls wanted to fight her.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Sens Motive (for the next answer): 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139542)</span></div>