Nanael<br/>[Entrance] > [Maid's Quarters]<br/><hr/>Nanael was in a fairly foul mood as she left the airlock and entered the ship itself.  Rain always put her in a sour mood, as it was always hard to use her fire powers for anything when she was soaking wet, and the water made the feathers on her wings cling together, never a very comfortable feeling.  She marched towards the tower quickly, though she didn't outright run.  She stopped, looking to the side, when she heard the scream, her curiosity overcoming her need to get someplace to dry off, but when nothing else happened she shrugged and continued on.<br/><br/>Once at the tower, she unfolded her wings and shook them, sending droplets of water flying everywhere, and hurried to the stairs, wincing a bit at how bad they looked.  Definitely something that would need a lot of fixing... but for now, getting the rooms ready would be the most important task.  She didn't go all the way to the master's room however, instead stopping at the maids' quarters.  She wanted to make sure that they had a place to rest, after all, and decided to start working here first.  Before that however, she began to conjure her fire, attempting to dry herself off....<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Luck check</div><div class="spoiler_body">To avoid setting the room on fire while drying herself off: At 2013-04-05 17:17:45, Nanael (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45518) x 1 = 5</div></div>