Leena rolled her eyes at the poncy human fawning over the half-elf girl, shaking her head at them both. That was one thing Leena had never had to worry about - nobody ever looked at her with any thoughts of possible romantics, which suited her just fine. Now she turned her thoughts back to the problem at hand. They were intent on hiding in the keep, which might very well be all their tombs if the dragon decided to make a concerted effort at attacking it, but Leena knew better than to try changing their minds again so she kept quiet and prepared to follow along with them, until she noticed the girl, eyeing her uncertainty.<br/><br/>"Th' hell are you looking at, kid? I don't like being stared at."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth Roll: 7 total</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Stealth<br/>Result: 2, <br/>Total: 7</div></div>