<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f4/c9/3b/f4c93b6bf4ac42f7ef58b4186ddc4a86.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Level</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>Xp</strong>: 0/8</td><td><strong>Coin</strong>: 0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Armor</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27</td><td><strong>Load</strong>: 4/14</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Str</strong>: 16 (+2)</td><td><strong>Dex</strong>: 13 (+1)</td><td><strong>Con</strong>: 15 (+1)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int</strong>: 8 (-1)</td><td><strong>Wis</strong>: 10 (+0)</td><td><strong>Cha</strong>: 9 (+0)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Nin Nunrui (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339245#msg15339245)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>A disturbed rest (wis 7)<br/><hr/>The road is long and Mazz's complaints quickly fill the air despite what others might wish. As the food and wine starts sinking into the slime's stomach Nin's violet gaze narrows as she watches before with a slight shrug she steps over to Mazz and tries drawing her into conversations that don't involve food and drink. Her successes were measured in mere sentences that weren't complaints.<br/><br/>Eventually she ran out of ways to distract the brewer without delaying travels so with a slightly strained smile and an nod of her head she slips off to speak to Radja. Her five foot nothing form looks tiny compared to the giant lass but there's a smile on her lips as she asks about things she's heard about giants and Radja's encounters in particular.<br/><br/>She pauses her talk as a shudder runs through her before wildly looking around, her glowing gaze eventually settling on Mirwen. With another shudder she pulls her cloak tighter around her form, shoulders rolling to settle the bundle of cloth and rope she calls a pack about her back. And moves to Radja's other side putting the giant between her and the fancy elf. "Best be 'ware. Last time she had tha' look she tried dumpin' a whole bottle o' what she claimed was perfume on mah head." Red locks dance free of her hood as she shakes her head. "Waste o' gold an' time that was. Who knows what she'll do this time."<br/><br/>A lull in conversation and a particularly loud compaint has her looking around before grinning. Her boots thump against the ground as she speeds up to quickly pass the group as she breaks into a sprint that promptly ends as she tackles a tree bearing some sort of fruit. Straightening up and rolling her shoulders she folds the hem of her cloak into a makeshift basket and promptly gathers up any fruit that had fallen. With a nod she moves back to Mazz and attempts a new method of silence bringing. Stuffing a fruit into what passes for the slime's mouth. She'll keep that up till she runs out of whatever they were or they reach the village.<br/><br/>Reaching Dusklit brings a cheer to the redhead as she bounces from foot to foot before charging up to the village. It doesn't take long for the town's blandness to dim her enthusiasm and she follows the rest to the tavern. Where Radja's attempt to enter draws a muffled giggle. Stepping up to the woman she doesn't immediately start pushing instead she runs her hands along Radja's hips and thighs, briefly settling her hands on the Giant's large rear and lightly pushing. With a nod she steps in close, one arm hooking around Radja's thigh and lifting a leg. "Lift ya leg here and twist ya hips." Her breasts squish against Radja's thighs as she presses even closer, an arm hooked around the large hips for grip while her other lifts one of Radja's legs. With a twist and wiggle she tilts the woman's hips and slides her slowly forwards. Once the door's clear she grins up at Radja. "Times like this I'm glad I'm short."<br/><br/>Her pack is set by the table as the food is gladly excepted during Mirwen arrangement settling but the drink is only sipped and quickly offered over to Mazz to finish. Standing up she stretches, the cloak parting enough that her worn leathers expose flashes of freckled flesh. "No' worth the waste o' gold for me. Going ta go up and sleep." With a few goodnights and a glance at Mazz's drinking she heads upstairs giggling, pack swaying on her back and boots thumping with every stair step.<br/><br/>Reaching one of the two rooms she shrugs at the twin beds before setting her pack against the wall and hauling one of the beds over to press against the other. Nodding she sheds her cloak and armor before wrapping her cloak about her armor and settling it in a corner. Digging out a small and worn stick she chews and scrubs at her teeth with it while roaming the room, stretching and twisting to work out all the kinks and knots. Once she's done with the stick she packs it back up before digging out the broken blade of some dagger and sits against the wall. Slow strokes slide the blade across her bare flesh as she works to make sure there's not a touch of hair on her except upon her head.<br/><br/>Nightly cleaning done and her tools packed away she sprawls out on the floor by the corner, head resting upon her wrapped armor and pale form bare as the day she was born. Slumber slowly claims her as the muffled noise downstairs fades from her notice. The strange thunking from outside has her eyes snapping open as she twists, cloak fluttering in the air while she frantically pulls her armor on.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wisdom Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-30 17:48:39, Nin (uid: 56505) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145809)<br/> </div></div>