<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><br/>Mirish was returning from her morning meditations, following the road from the eastern gate, past the stables and into the marketplace. The half-orc skirted the inn, her nose wrinkling in barely-concealed disgust at the swill these barbarians mistook for ale. Turning north, she put on her best 'no thank you I don't want to buy anything' scowl and lengthened her, not inconsiderable stride.<br/><br/>The monk registered the craftsmen angry hubbub, before the foul, brimstone stench banished the last remnants of stale rye-beer assaulting her nostrils.<br/><br/><em>Why didn't that idiot, Mediocrates conduct his experiments away from the city?</em><br/><br/>Growling in irritation, Mirish altered her course slightly, coming up behind the flailing alchemist. Quickly, she wracked her brain, trying to guess what manner of concoction the man had been creating and, more importantly, exactly what danger it might present to the innocents living nearby.<br/><br/>"Master Mediocrates," the half-orc called out, her voice gruff, "How may I assist you with this..."<br/><br/>Her voice trailed away as she bit off the curse she'd intended to use. Irritably, Mirish gestured toward the spreading fumes and hoped her expression would convince the alchemist that she didn't have any intention of taking no for an answer.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirish rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: Alchemical insight<br/>Result: 20, <br/>Total: 20</div></div>