<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/64c227f94e9c218cee82e3f3bfa5d6f0/tumblr_oxc20bY0Wh1utyn51o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Melody Silkbush, Halfling extraordinaire (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1354673)</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pallam, Willem, Atsila, and hte archer henceforth named Omar.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the scorpion's lair!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +12 | <strong>BAB:</strong> +3 | <strong>CMB:</strong> +1<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 55 | <strong>AC:</strong> 21 | <strong>CMD:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort:</strong> +5 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +12 | <strong>Will:</strong> +5</div></div><hr/><br/>Melody kept her lips pressed tightly together lest she smirk or giggle or otherwise give in as Pallam demanded his squire prepare the "sand lobsters." She produced a rag to clean the greenish arachnid ichor off of her blades before it set and got sticky. "You would be<em>amazed</em>at the sort of things that you can eat in this world. Things that would surprise a man stumbling home from a pesh den," she continued, looking at the scorpions. Figuring that she might as well save the squire a little pain, she put a hand on the younger man's hip to stay him, while speaking to his lord. "Ah, sir Pallam, these ones are awfully big, they're probably..." She looked back at the bugs. "...Gamey? Hardly top-quality, I imagine. Maybe next time you're in a market in these parts...?" Willem got a little pat on the rump for his trouble.<br/><br/>When the archer approached, one dark eyebrow lifted a little "Omar, I don't understand a word you say, but you say it with such vigor!" She sheathed her blades but left her hands on her hips. "But I know your sort; you've got a wife in every town between Selkelas and Sothis, and i would<em>hate</em>to break even one heart among them." She gave a disapprocing cluck of her tongue. Taking it for granted of course, that he understood her jabber no better than she understood his.<br/><br/>She tucked some wayward hair back under her scarf, before getting distracted by Atsila's observations. She craned her head back and squinted at the structures. Very briefly, she licked her lips and a glint of greed came to the halfling's eyes. "We should set up camp before we go poking around in there, of course.. .though we<em>should</em>poke around in there." She shaded her eyes, looking back to the caravan. "Probably most of these folk would rather take a sandstorm to the teeth than climb into some lost... uh...<em>thing</em>." She looked back to the archer with a smirk. "What do you think Omar, do you want to poke into a really tight little hole? How about you, Willem?" She beamed a friendly smile up at the squire. "I<em>know</em>Sir Pellam's ready to get all the way in there." Again, she's trying so hard to not give in to the laughter...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">I just noticed you called for Nature / Local / survival checks! Melody, luckily, has Knowledge: Local. So i'm going ot toss that out while she's looking back at the caravan.<br/><br/>At 2017-11-02 01:11:02, Melody (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109486)<br/><br/>Itt's labeled "dungeoneering" 'cause i'm a lazy ass and didn't change that from the prior character I rolled for, but there you go, 14! A roll for the ages.</div></div>