<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Die Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Knowledge: Local</strong><br/>Roll(1d20)-2:<br/>5,-2<br/>Total:3</div></div><br/><br/>Leaving her conquest to slip into a blissfully exhausted slumber, Delphine swayed to her feet - She turned the page over and over again in her hand, pouting thoughtfully. No, it didn't make any sense to her...She<em>could</em>read, thanks to her Master's memories, but metaphor and code quite eluded her!<br/><br/>"Haaaaaa..." She folded the paper back into a little slip, tucking it away...Well, she'd figure it out later. She'd probably have to get a human to interpret it for her - Someone with knowledge of the shadier side of things-!<br/><br/>Still, Delphine made good time to the tavern. As it turned out, things were a<em>lot</em>less confusing when you saw them from the air! Her violet gaze took in the mostly-empty room, settling on the man snoring in a puddle of beer...<br/><br/><em>Was</em>it him? Humans all looked the same to her. Well, no harm in asking...<br/><br/>She'd cross over to where he lay, her heels tapping out a steady rhythm on the stained floorboards - A slim eyebrow arching, as she eyed him critically. He certainly didn't look like much...<br/><br/>"Seven-Finger Steve?" she inquired, nudging his leg with the toe of her stiletto-heeled boot. The box rattled, lightly, in her hand as she set it down on the table...Folding her slender but strong arms over her full bosom!<br/><br/>"You're a hard man to find," Delphine said - "Kevin sent him. I've got something you might like to take a look at..."<br/><br/>Delphine would wait for him to rouse from his alcoholic stupor - If *that* didn't work, maybe dousing him with cold water would wake him up!