<div class="floatright">(https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35089327_5247588728636540_6124479186338840576_o.jpg?_nc_cat=0&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;oh=927395e6e4b813113774c3a8bdcad73e&amp;oe=5BB699F4)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rag “Ragsy” Stoutbrew  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291794.msg14326949#msg14326949)<strong></strong></strong></span></span></div><br/>Ragsy’s head suddenly popped up from the wheat, looking like nothing so much as an irate prairie dog, “YOU don’t know what happened?!? That’s a kick in the cunny! You were the only one who seemed to have any idea what was going on!”<br/><br/>The huntress shook off the wheat from her cloak as she exited her hiding spot. Was this a graveyard once that they’d forgotten about and the farmers discovered that wheat grew tall in corpse soil? She waggled a finger at the halfling, “Listen here, you ankle-biting grubber, if comprehending things were necessary to shooting them, you might have a point! The last thing beyond my comprehension fell just as sure as folks and things I can wrap my head about! What DO you know? And use small words so our odds are better to understand!”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidation 17</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ragsy rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Intimidation <br/>Result: 15, <br/>Total: 17</div></div>