<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Methu the Imbiber</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921897#msg13921897)</div>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4d/Methu_01.jpg/404px-Methu_01.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 366/366 (+90 THP) <br/><strong>AC:</strong>47 <strong>Ini:</strong>+33<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+59, <strong>Listen</strong>+57<br/>Daily Buffs<br/>Darkvision, True Seeing, Mind Blank</div></div></div></div>Methu eventually let his head and body come back upright after 'Grimjaw' shattered. It was easier than expected, and while he'd like to believe he was simply that powerful, the shattering mirror motif didn't really go with everything else he understood about Astral Stalkers. Another quick scan suggested that there was no real Grimjaw waiting to take the bait. He gave an idle shrug, floating down to gather up the physical components left once the fake 'Grimjaw' dissolved. Alactra and Vholdran's confirmation got another shrug, "Well I made the lucky choice then... Theoretically the real Grimjaw has no idea who killed his warning system, anyway. So still a success, I suppose."<br/><br/>He teleported his way back into the main throne room, slowly lowering himself back down onto his throne until he was needed elsewhere. He put the gathered loot onto the table for others to see once they were done. A hand reached out, just in time to catch a piece of over-ripe fruit dropping from the top of his throne, before sending a telepathic message to Anasil, "<em>If you would like help, I'm available. I don't want to ruin any gambits you have in place by me not being there.</em>"