Thalia bit her lip slightly as she continued to move forward, wanting, no, needing to know what it was she was fighting.  If she didn't know what she was up against she would absolutely have no chance.  In the mean time though, she let her pseudodragon familiar crawl along her arm poised ready to attack once they were close enough or spotted, whichever came first.<br/><br/>Move silently: At 2011-07-09 12:18:54, Tear (uid: 6410) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29165)<br/><br/>Init: At 2011-07-11 15:48:42, Tear (uid: 6410) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29366)