<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tamithari, Jas<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception: 27 https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143519<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>"Yes, Master," Myra spoke through her link, as naturally as she would have done with her mouth. To her, who had known nothing else, using either way of conversation was as equal a choice as using one hand or the other. She perhaps also didn't realize that most people were not naturally ambidextrous.<br/><br/>Myra approached Tamithari "I have been ordered to take a closer look," she whispered before heading to the other side of the ramp. And then closer still, if needed, until she could see exactly what was making all that noise. And now that she wasn't looking at the gaps between the things, thanks to Tamithari 's warning, she was now much more focused, all of her senses on alert, partially to make up for her lapse. This was enemy territory, not time to stare into voids. If anything, she was lucky that she hadn't been ambushed while she wasn't paying attention, potentially costing her this incarnation. And, worse, inconveniencing her Summoner.