<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DOR3Vgw.jpg)</div>Name: Mother Yati (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2627938) ; Level: 1<br/>AC: 12 | hp: 11 | Speed: 35ft<br/>Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Investigation: 10 | Passive Insight: 11<br/>Spells: 1lv. 1/1<br/>Actions:<br/>Status Effects:<br/>Tagging:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Scavenger List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><del> - a healing potion, found or purchased</del><br/> - a specific kind of seashell<br/> - a good quality longbow<br/> - a floor tile from the old ruins<br/> - a lute<br/> - a wealthy hat, not suited for wearing (unless it's a familiar)</div></div><hr/><br/>Seeing Chubizz receive head pats from their orc stud, Yati feels a small tingle of jealousy. The nun is quick to make her way in front of Kaysha next, "I'm glad the rope held strong...not that you'd need it anyways..." she said with a blush, clearly trying to fish for a little praise, and maybe even a head pat of her own, and maybe even a bulgingthroatfullofherbigmeatydic- Yati shook away those dirty thoughts, trying so very hard to focus on the task at hand. It was just difficult to focus with the tantalizing tent in Kaysha's loin cloth jutting out, no doubt suffering from going so long without being sucked off and ridden.<br/><br/>"I don't think the other party should be much problem. Surely there's more than enough floor tiles to go around" she said, trying to get back on track. When their attention was turned to the gardener the goblin gave a small shake of her head, "No no, the gardener is clearly a red herring, probably put there by the town as a distraction. We'll only see ruin if we linger on her too long" she said, pulling that entirely out of her plump, juicy ass, "And by ruin I mean failure, not...you know...the ruin we want..."<br/><br/>Yati was ready to step in line with Kaysha when Chubizz questioned her climbing skills. Suddenly Yati's stare went distant, as a rush of memories came flooding back to her. Memories of her village on fire, of her having to climb out the window of her own burning house, of her clinging to the sides of buildings to avoid the notice of the demons as they pillaged and slaughtered everyone she knew, of her desperately scaling the town wall to escape, and of her clawing her way up a tree in the futile attempt to escape the group of demons who had found her hiding in the forest...<br/><br/>The nun gave a few quick blinks as she snapped back to reality, before turning her attention back to Chubizz, "There were a lot of tree where I grew up..."