1d20 → [13] = (13)<br/>See if insult is successful<br/><br/>"I can't set up camp because my bra is always in a knot and I hate sleeping on the ground. My skin is too flawless for commoner living!" The turtle mocked in Jo's voice before speaking out in his standard, Irish tone. "Grow a set o' stones, ya wart stealin' bum hunter! Jus' deal with it. I don't know how the hell far up they are but it took me quite a few bumps and perhaps a few minutes to hit the ground down here. Just deal with it!" The turtle made snapping motions with his mouth at Jo before slowly plodding toward Atreyus. "How about you, sir. You got a piece o' metal for me?"<br/><br/>((Anyone around who wants to can roll a Knowledge: Arcana to figure out what this little guy is XP))