<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7c29525a6544f8e21f81fedc988a141a/tumblr_oggp33Tmy51r3m39wo1_1280.png)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mirish Penumbra</strong></span></span></div>The monk let her gaze sweep the field, reassuring herself that the immediate threat was over. She might've offered her own thoughts on the halfling's diatribe, but the archer seemed to have it well in hand. Mirish rubbed her furrowed brow, trying unsuccessfully to make sense of everything that had just happened.<br/><br/><em>Could someone, anyone really, just be even a little bit direct?</em><br/><br/>She moved slowly to stand beside the blonde archer, arms folded and with her best scowl in place. Mirish bared her small fangs, yellow eyes blazing with ill-concealed malice.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate (Aid Another)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirish rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Intimidate Aid Another<br/>Result: 20, <br/>Total: 25</div></div>