Dale hated horses and she disliked riding.  She would’ve rather been traveling by carriage with pillows, refinement, and luxury.  Instead, her back ached from the saddle and what she had hoped was a quick payday, was beginning to turn into a small headache.  Between Briar’s incessant sharing, Olivia’s “heal-the-world” mumbo-jumbo, and Serena and Yula’s general selves, there wasn’t a one of them to have an entertaining conversation with.<br/><br/>At the beginning of the journey, Dale had amused herself with a partially serious suggestion to rob a passing traveler, or stop at a local tavern.  However, when travelers and taverns both grew scarce, she began counting trees.  Of course, when the forest became denser, that game became tedious.  She’d counted the coins in her purse too many times for that to remain enjoyable and, on a whim, had lifted the Elven heirloom from Briar’s neck.  For as observant as the ranger seemed to be, it really hadn’t been that difficult.  She had expected Briar to have noticed within minutes; and while the ranger had grown quieter, no accusations had been issued.<br/><br/>A scream for help made Dale sigh irritably.  Like she would ever go help willingly, without, at least, promise of payment; besides, it was most likely a trap.  She’d used this con herself to high satisfaction.<br/><br/>Dale was just about to tell the others this when they all flew into action.  Actions which caused Dale to slap her forehead and drag her hand down her face in frustration.  Why couldn’t the company have a nice warlock or, at the very least, a cleric who worshiped a malevolent deity?<br/><br/>She sighed, slipped off her horse and began to sneak through the jungle.  She skirted widely around Yula and Serena, and half-believed that they weren’t even aware that she was there.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll Result: Silent Dale rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Defy Danger + Dex<br/>Result: 6, 3, <br/>Total: 11</div></div><br/>Dale muttered a curse when the young elfling fired her arrow.  The girl was quick.  Then the thief bit her lip until it hurt as she heard Olivia shouting about coming to give aid.  When they were done with this group of bandits, Dale decided that she would tie and gag the little cleric, at least, until they arrived at their location.  She idly wondered if Yula, Briar, and Serena would go along with such a plan.<br/><br/>Well, for that plan to work, Olivia would have to survive the upcoming battle, and Dale was certain the little twit would likely walk right into the obvious ambush.<br/><br/>With practiced ease, Dale slipped a dagger from its hidden position and surveyed the area.  Well, at least she shouldn’t be bored for the next minute or two.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tricks of the Trade</div><div class="spoiler_body">what side die do I roll?</div></div><br/>