<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/60/4e/13604eac466efc2b72d477b4cbce0969.jpg)</div><strong>Ig Gortt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14244565#msg14244565)<br/>Location: Rosemont Warehouse, back room<br/>Tag: DM</strong><br/><hr/>Ig pouted a bit at the old man's reprimand, but pressed her hands on the edge of the table and leaned towards him, which made her rump poke out a little behind her. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, and she even sniffed a little. "And who are<em>you</em>? Who knows all these things, and can afford to just pass out gold magic rings?" Her ears lifted a bit under the bush of her hair, and she tilted her head as if listening to some voice. "And what does he get out of what we do for him?" She flashed a sharp-toothed little smile. "Is he just a good man wanting good things done, or is there something else? Why do we trust your word?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-07-04 17:02:53, Ig (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122427)<br/><br/>Smart enough to ask the hard questions... too dumb to understand the answers</div></div>