<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1v6AUAB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Helena "Mead" Winterbelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Kanuna, Aubry, Dead Hob Leader<br/><strong>Contents:</strong><br/>Post-battle Hullabaloo<br/><hr/>Mead reached into one of her pouches and pulled out a piece of clothe, and ran it down her rapier, wiping off the blood, ash, and grime from combat. Once she was satisfied with it's cleanliness, she sheathed her weapon with a flourish. Hearing the tortle's anxious surrender, she bounded over to where he sat on the carriage, climbing up to a position in which he could see her. "It's alright, Kanuna, it's just us. The ugly bastards won't trouble us any longer, they're maggot meals now." She pat their driver on the shell in an attempt to comfort. "We'll be a few minutes while we take care of some things, so do what you need so we can abscond quick once we're done. It's probably smart not to stick around too long."<br/><br/>Hopping off of the carriage, Mead made her way to Aubry and the corpse of the big fucker, while yelling out to her companions near their prisoner. "One of you tie him up! We don't want him getting any ideas once the spell wears off!"" As she reached their ranger, Mead gave him a pat on the leg. "How you doing there, buddy?" She moved to the Hobgoblin's corpse and began searching for anything of interest on his person, specifically anything indicating who the hell he and his band of raiders were, while listening out for Aubry's answer.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation Check, if needed: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-02-07 15:14:52, PlushLifeNow (uid: 63036) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=130512)<br/></div></div>