<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/976975d596b333ced1998b790ddf11ad/tumblr_o16bzzyD2b1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)</div>Keely Truffwhizzit (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=686912)<br/>Female Gnome Kineticist (http://archivesofnethys.com/Classes.aspx?Class=Kineticist) 6<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 63/63 (0 NL) (0 Burn) | <strong>AC</strong> 24 (<em>T.</em> 16, <em>FF</em> 20) | <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +10 | <strong>Ref</strong> +10 | <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Speed</strong> 20', fly 60' (normal) | <strong>Init</strong> +6<br/><strong>Active effects:</strong> Ring of Sustenance, Enveloping Winds</div></div><hr/><br/>Keely had ridden up front with hte driver, chattering the poor fellow's ear off. Her sourpuss friends could enjoy each other's company, and she would feel the breze in her hair. it was win-win for everyone! As the hills and farmland gave way to rugged moor and tussock, then dark woods, even keely's talkativeness died down. or maybe her jaw was just tired.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gathering Information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Keely's not just blabbermouthing! she's lying the driver for whatever he knows about their destination. So that's a diplomacy check:<br/>At 2016-02-20 15:15:06, Keely (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85837)<br/>Apparently their driver is the laconic sort, and has to restrain the urge to smack her with hte butt of the whip to have some peace. Oh well.  ;D</div></div><br/><br/>She floated down gently from the driver's box just as easily as she had gotten up there to begin with, the sussurating wind surrounding her making the horses stomp and gnash their bits. It was with a small yelp that she ducked and scurried away from one of the heavy draft's half-hearted kicks. Smoothing her light clothing down over the fine chain she wore beneath, Keely tried to look dignified. "Well, that was fun..." she looks around, taking in the trees, and the shabby township just beyond. "Cheerful place," she mumbled under her breath. With a gesture, the heavy mists parted in front of them, clearing the road for seveal steps ahead, at least. she couldn't do much about the fact they closed in behind the group, though.<br/><br/>As they strode towards the town, she drifted with them, little curls of dust and leaves blowing away from the road beneath her. She sniffed softly, her brow knitting together. "This place has a rancid smell to it. Is there an abbatoir?" her pink tongue pokes out in disgust, even as the tiny hairs on her arms and neck stood on end. The others could hear soft crackles and see the occasional tiny blue-white spark as their gnomish friend's own strange powers began to rise as if on defense. "I don't even<em>hear</em>anything," she whispered, pointed ears wriggling as if to emphasize the point.