Lyre the Bard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243888.msg12078419#msg12078419)<br/><br/>"A bath ? All together?" Lyre sat up, her lips quirked in a smile. "Surely you weren't thinking about me?"<br/><br/>The day before had been...strange. Lyre was unusually pensive and quiet, following like a docile pet or a well-trained horse at the heels of the others. The changes were simply too strange, her mind a flutter. The curse. What it meant for her. How she would turn back. Would she want to turn back?<br/><br/>Elegantly, she rose from her own pile of clothes and hay and began putting on the same outfit she'd been wearing the day before. "If it's a lake...there might be people."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I kind of flubbed the coding on this roll, but I rolled 18 + 3, which beats it.<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88365</div></div>