<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3e/DCLen.png/720px-DCLen.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Len (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Len)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Hide Armor, bandages, hooded top, black pants<br/>HP: 24/24<strong>Armor:</strong>1      XP: 1/8      Morph: 1/3<br/><hr/><br/>Len doesn't flinch at his touch, instead taking in the information he gives her while she studies his face and voice for any tells that he might be hiding something else.  After all, they weren't under any sort of binding deal here.  Once the croc asks the golden question, that's when she begins to move, freeing herself from his outright oppressive stance.<strong>"That's a question without a clear-cut answer, but one I'll attempt to answer.  By many peoples' definitions of the word, the easiest answer would be 'monster'."</strong>Once she's put a decent amount of distance between herself and the croc, she illustrates what she means.  Holding her arms out with palms up, spikes issue forth from her body, flesh-toned like the rest of her body.  The spikes shift into simplistic blades, before they're joined by handles and hilts, falling to the floor at once.<strong>"All of them, bits of this <em>thing</em> I've been cursed to become.  A shifter."</strong>Her arm elongates to an unnatural length, fusing with the daggers on the floor and absorbing them into her body all at once.<br/><br/><strong>"This body, this...<em>form</em>, it's based off of what I looked like before I was cursed.  An adventuress, noble and fierce...known by her village and beyond.  Food does nothing to sate my hunger anymore.  The only things that sustain me now are magical energies...and minerals, the kind one would find in armor, shields, blades, and the like.  The others?  They know not of what I am, and I would not suffer them to know.  I would not have even come here if I hadn't been conscripted into this mission after it was labeled as 'Priority A'."</strong>Her voice becomes warped as her form begins shifting about, folding in over itself, over the injuries Len has already suffered, ever fluid in its motion.<strong>"Does that answer your question well enough?  I'll ask my own now."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You lure sacrifices in here, using them to sate your own hunger for, what?  Immortality?  Or is immortality the means to the end?  I could hardly recommend it as a long-term condition.  Are you not allowed to leave this place as you are?  More than anything, I would know who learned to draw those runes, or from whence you came across that knowledge, for I have only seen it in one other place."</strong>As she finishes, Len makes her way to her side of the room, grabbing a pair of pants from the bed to restore her modesty.<br/><hr/>Spending -1 Morph to heal HP equal to a potion.<br/>Discern Realities: At 2019-07-20 16:19:52, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138042)<br/><strong>What here is not as it appears to be?</strong>Does that work if she's trying to catch hidden meanings or unsaid things?<br/>Should I make a pants check? >.>  Or can she just grab a pair?...Or make a pair?