Willow glared at the pair of laughing gnolls. Close to the bars and with their guards totally down...she was very tempted to try and hit them both with her dragon breath skill. But she doubted the pair of slop slingers would be trusted with something like a key to the cells, better to try and save that surprise for a better target or to save her ass in the arena. Their annoying laughs made the idea of spitting acid or fire into their faces sound oh-so satisfying.<br/><br/>She took her clues and her of food and went to sit near Calah.  She opted for sipping directly from the bowl herself. It took a  frustrating amount of patients to eat that way with out making a mess, especially given that they weren't feeding them as much as they could...but luckily for her the slop wasn't all that appealing to begin with so her taking her time to stomach the mess at all was probably the best approach. "You have a good build Calah...you a fighter?" She asked between sips from the bowl. Meanwhile her mind was rolling the joking hints around in her head.<br/><br/>Int roll to think of what monster they are referring too? At 2023-02-17 13:45:05, Winds Of Lust (uid: 4709) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163529)<br/>