<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGEMUXm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Temudaria Atanai<br/><strong>Race / Class:</strong>Human Ranger / Unchained Monk,<strong>HP:</strong>15,<strong>AC:</strong>21, MW Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616222) and Forum Sheet. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289327.msg14212035#msg14212035)<br/><em>Renown archer, rider and lover. Good with her hands, in all senses of the word~~</em><br/><strong>Post Number:</strong>9<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Minutes. Endless damn minutes of excruciating silence and somehow trying to catch all the hand signals without meeting Cass's eyes...that was what she had to look forward to. It was harder than it sounded, of course, and obviously it sounded pretty damn difficult. Every cell in her body ached to reach out and drag Cass aside, to push her against a tree and interrogate her on what her fucking problem was, on why she was looking at Temudaria with such...such scorn and disgust, why she'd used her full name earlier, why she was being so damn professional with<em>her</em>of all people, and why she hadn't even gotten so much as a single word in acknowledgement until the job demanded it. She needed to know what was so damn important that she thought so little of openly distancing herself from Temudaria, that she'd so publicly make it seem like she didn't want anything to do with her. Because that was the other side of the problem; not only had she openly shown disgust for her, not only had she treated her like an abject stranger despite their long history of working together, but she did it in front of an entire party of adventurers while trying to impress them. Was she an embarrassment, somehow? The idea stung to even consider, and she shook it loose vehemently. No...no, there was another explanation. There had to be.<br/><br/>She did her best to ignore it and remain focused on her work, of course, scanning everywhere she could see for any sign of danger or prying eyes, but every time she found her attention beginning to wander...there was that gnawing self doubt, ready to snap closed around her and drag her under. She forced herself to focus, her eyes alighting soon on the tracks of a group of men and women - perhaps a week old, with no effort made to be stealthy - heading in the general direction of the tower. The party that Mouse told them about? Possibly. Well, probably, even. A week old, and they still hadn't been heard from? Either they were still fighting their way down the Tower...or the Goblins had managed to wipe them out as they made their approach. Not the most encouraging sign in the world, but she tried to remain optimistic. She gestured to them to draw Cass's attention to it before moving on, but a bird call caught her attention; she recognised it, of course, as one of their signs that imitated chirping birdsong to indicated that they wanted each others attention; the call was perfectly pitched, but the species was one that resided much farther north than the River Kingdoms.<br/><br/>What that meant was that when they were scouting, they were never going to hear that exact bird and get confused. A dedicated enough Ornithologist would likely be able to tell that, but...well, the only interest Goblins tended to have in birds was eating them, the slimy, barbaric little bastards, so she reckoned they were safe on that count. She glanced at Cass long enough to see her gesture, and gave a swift nod to show that she'd read her loud and clear...but her gaze didn't linger. She wanted so badly to just...be<em>normal</em>around Cass, but that look...she couldn't get it out of her head. She forced herself to focus. The Switchback. They needed to double check what condition it was in, and how likely they were to die if they went in that way. She gestured that she was going to head forwards first, increasing her pace just a little to slip through the forest, ducking from tree to tree whenever she could to reduce the chances of being spotted by a watching enemy. Further...well, it meant that she didn't have to risk looking over and seeing that disgust on Cass's face again. Was she being overly sensitive? Probably, yes. But the woman was like a sister to her, one of the only real family members Temudaria actually had left, and what Cass thought of her was extremely important to her. She couldn't help that it hurt so much to see her look at her like that, could she? She gestured again for Cass to follow after closely, making her way as quickly as she dared towards the switchback, only needing to get a decent look at it to ascertain its strategic viability as an approach vector. Even so...she made certain to keep her eyes open for anything even vaguely suspicious.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TLDR</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tem is sneaking through the woods. She's still worrying over Cass and why she's pissed. She moves ahead, then heads off towards the Switchback.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tem is being Sneaky. Rolled Stealth: 1d20a10 Result: 28 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121837)<br/><br/>Tem is being Looky. Rolled perception: 1d20a8 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121843)</div></div>