<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Lady.jpg)<br/><strong>Evita Silverhand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14534926#msg14534926)</strong> <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 42/42, AC 16, CMD 14, Active spells [Mage Armor],Spell slots used [1st:1 2nd:0 3rd:0 4th:3] Postcount: 104</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>  Senva<br/><strong>Tagging</strong> Various<br/></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>"A game I will lose? The way I see it, in both cases I win somehow."</strong>Evita smirked.<br/><br/>Seeing that the Marquis was detecting for magic, Evita concentrated through the elfs tickling to cast an other silent misdirection, this time on herself. Truth was, that she didn't care too much about getting detected as she had already a lie prepared for that scenario, but it would stop her fun with Aeryn.<br/><br/>Concentrating on casting the spell instead of laughing had the...side-effect of her managing to avoid laughing.<br/><br/><strong>"Tickling? Good try...but only my feet are ticklish."</strong>Evita giggled a bit, sticking her tongue out at the elf.<br/><br/><strong>"If I was you, I would start by making me know my place...come on, even the Baroness told me good things about you. I have very high expectations, just so you know." <br/><br/>"But right. What are those Soulless, that have made the Marquis so worried? This hardly looks like a monster-hunting club, is what I am saying."</strong>Evita inquired, looking at the direction of the Marquis.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">34 Concentration<br/>14 Perception<br/>26 Bluff (That she isn't ticklish)<br/>29 Diplomacy (Maybe I can get her to tickle her feet instead :P )<br/></div></div>