<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/W0yAQ5J.png)<br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP</strong>: 16/20</td><td><strong>Xp</strong>: 1/8</td><td><strong>Load</strong>: 7/10</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Coin</strong>: 9</td><td><strong>Armor</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>Prep</strong>: 2/3</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Damage</strong>: D8</td><td><strong>Quarrels</strong>: 2</td><td> </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Str</strong>: 9 (+0)</td><td><strong>Dex</strong>: 16 (+2)</td><td><strong>Con</strong>: 12 (+0)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int</strong>: 15 (+1)</td><td><strong>Wis</strong>: 13 (+1)</td><td><strong>Cha</strong>: 8 (-1)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Dungeon rations (5 uses, 1 weight)</li><li type="disc">Leather armor (Worn, 1 armor, 1 weight)</li><li type="disc">Personal arsenal (2 weight)</li><li type="disc">Crossbow (Near, piercing 1, reload, 2 weight) and Quarrels (3 ammo)</li><li type="disc">Rapier (Close, precise, 1 weight)</li><li type="disc">Strange reagent ingredients</li><li type="disc">Leather skin with strange drawings</li><li type="disc">Cloudy-eyed ring</li><li type="disc">Coin pouch, looted from an orc</li></ul></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Aeryn Verkai (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316350.msg15272947#msg15272947)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>So the ring turned out to be completely useless. Aeryn wasn't sure if she could even sell the blasted thing, maybe it could be melted down for whatever metals it was made of. In truth, it was garbage, just like the maker. Some guy named Simon, pretty lazy name for a "dark mage" as he'd self-proclaimed. To the best of what Aeryn knew, he was just a salty wizard kicked out of school, needing to make some money. No wonder he'd been kicked out for that sake, she'd never met such an obnoxious person in her life. It was pretty laughable looking back at it - Getting a well-paid request to get rid of the asshole for unlawfully occupying an uninhabited tower. She still remembered the tension as her small party made its way up the stairs, and had the grand doors shut behind them as they entered his "chambers". And, how he'd started monologuing. They hadn't been asked to kill the guy, so begrudgingly they stood around for a good ten minutes before Aeryn got tired of waiting, stepped up to him and punched him in the gut, giving him a good kick when he went down, finally getting a whimpering promise to relocate. She'd have to look for long to find a more useless member of society, though then again there were always bards. Still, she did wonder what he was up to from time to time, she just didn't bother to try figure it out.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she grabbed some loose cloth from her bag, carefully wrapping the ring in it and stuffing it in there. She didn't want to accidentally slip the thing on after all. While she was packing up, Elise came over and tried a heal. It didn't do much, though she wasn't in grave need of healing either so it was probably fine. It was what it was, she knew she couldn't blame Elise over it. As Valderina's little pervert started chasing after the orc that ran off, Aeryn quickly grabbed her own stuff and followed along, until they made it to the tree.<br/><br/>After some bickering, and the eerie feeling they were being watched, Val made the claim her squirrel could lead the way. It was hard not to bring out a little chuckle of her.<strong>"Are you sure it won't just lead us to the nearest brothel? Not that I'm complaining, but I do believe we have work to do as well."</strong><br/><br/>still, while she was giving Valderina a hard time, she did like the half-elf.<strong>"Let's just get going, we can figure out the details later."</strong><br/><br/>And that they did. Though the orc had come running, it didn't seem much like it when they got further down. Elven carvings decorated the stairs, there was no mistaking that. For all the discomfort they'd felt outside, it was calming, if not a little uncanny. It almost felt fake, as though they'd just stepped into a snowglobe or something. It made it difficult not to be tense, that much she could wholeheartedly admit.<br/><br/>As they got further down, the eerie feeling grew, but she kept silent about it for the time being.<strong>"Let's go see the seer I guess? I'm not too well versed about elves - Not this kind anyway."</strong>Most elven experiences she'd had in the past involved exchanging coin for services, though she doubted slipping the seer a few gold would do her much good. Valderina probably knew better than she did.