<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VG4oNty.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception fail</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-06 15:21:27, Miriel (uid: 75947) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147815)<br/>Full Result: Miriel rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: Noticing details interacting with Eller<br/>Result: 8<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Her bright blue eyes almost demanded attention as Miriel looked into Eller's eyes, nodding politely. She did owe him and was indeed still asking for his help. It was not his fault that the caravan got robbed. But then he just laughed at her. And she had asked in the nicest way possible. His offer sounded good at the start. He'd get all her things back, and introduce her in Uppergarden, but...<br/><br/>'You're not going to like it' - Eller could feel Miriel tense up as he spoke the words. He was quickly turning into a creep. He was now so close that their scents intertwined. His sandalwood, was it? With her rose and myrrh, with just a tiny whiff of sweat. As he had stepped into her, she intended to appear brave and stand her ground, but she instinctively backed up, just a bit, just half a foot. He actually didn't smell bad. And he could afford expensive oils. His attention during the journey has been gratifying, but she didn't really want any kind of relationship. The hurt Teneth inflicted was still fresh. She was still as angry at that damned cheater, and at all men as the first day. And now Miriel's uptight stepmom was turning out to be right again, all men would want the same thing from her...<br/><br/>Miriel lovered her eyes as she considered her options. They were out in the open, with plenty of people around. Few of those people she knew, sort of. Some would come to her aid if she called out. Bardryn would help her. Bardryn was a knight. A short one, but a knight still. Miriel was safe out here. Maybe... maybe Eller'll surprise her.<br/><br/>And if he would act as she feared he would, he'll get more attention to his nethers then he ever wanted. Just as damned Teneth has taught her. Distract first. Strike fast. Get his coin in the process. Or... just walk away. Maybe take his coin anyway, just because he deserved it. Her eyes were now looking over his belt for his coin pouch. Except... the bandits took all their coin. She brushed away the strands of her hair the wind blew into her face again.<br/><br/>"What do you want me to do?" - she asked in a meek voice, but tensed up ready to spring. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he will surprise her...