Status: Skirt damaged; still a free half-elf<br/>HP<strong>83</strong>of 83     Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 16 common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 2 Slow Burn, 5 Tangleshot<br/><hr/>"your loss" he had said, but Rayne was quite sure she had made the right choice.  The very idea that she would consent to being a devil's slave... it was downright insulting.  They shouldn't even be able to tempt PCs that weren't, somehow, "deserving" ... ones who were themselves evil, for example.  Yes, that seemed fair... but then, maybe those who were good would be generally resistant to such temptation.  Though if not - if one thought it was just a little... brief amusement...    This all something Rayne would have to talk over with someone, ideally Starstrike.  But how was she to get there, now?<br/><br/>She felt rather alone, standing in the centre of the outpost with her party gone, so it was strangely pleasant to meet Horse again.  "And after I ran off without you, too... but you wouldn't have liked the riverboat.  Maybe we can catch up to the others, but... I need to make an enquiry first.  Wait a sec, OK?"  She stroked Horse's muzzle then gave a reassuring pat to his shoulder before ducking into the inn.  She needed to know how long it would take to reach Port Lannis overland, whether she should leave now and run into darkness, or wait for morning.<br/><br/>"Excuse me..." she approached the innkeeper.  "Is it possible to buy maps anywhere in Melangwi Outpost?  Or... is there an overland route?  There's no boat at the docks..."  She bought an ale for good measure - climbing up from hell was thirsty work.<br/><br/>Hopefully with a map she could work out where she'd had her fatal run-in with the crocodile - though admittedly she hadn't been paying close attention to the number of bends.  But perhaps by estimating the time....<br/><br/><hr/>(XP and GP removed from sheet on p.1 as usual)