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"you can pay me three hundred and fifty gold." izek, no.

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[ PERCEPTION CHECK: 13 + 8 = 21 ]

She knows a tiefling when she sees one. They have a specific aura to them, and enough time traveling with their barbarian means she’s spent plenty of time observing and getting to know the actions of the other. That doesn’t mean anything here, where people are confused at best and desperate to leave at worst. 

Her hand finds her signet ring again, twisting the gold and running her fingertips over the design, the spiraling star of a neuron, dark and gleaming. It’s a comfort, when the world insists on being strange. Requiem doesn’t stare for long though, and looks to this stranger like he may know something more about the anything this place is. 

Hm. This is new.

Kay likes exploring the woods outside the city; it’s peaceful. Save for a few other nocturnal explorers, the nights are usually quiet. So it comes as a surprise when she sees someone wandering, hefting a wooden axe onto their shoulder.

Is he a tiefling? That would definitely be a welcome sight; maybe this guy is from her world! Still, she decides to stay on high alert, calling down from her perch in a nearby tree.

She’d really try not to get on his bad side. He looked like from one of those antagonistically-looking people from storybooks nor videogames that she doesn’t know. 

Well, this is what happened if Yumeko stumbled a random person. Even if they’re carrying wooden weapons that can completely harm a being in a strong cleave.

♠ »» izek kind of hates himself at the moment.  how has he let someone he’s barely met, someone who’s simply completed one task for him and markos, someone who seems a little strange and has a troubled aura––how does he let someone like this half-elf bring him joy just by sight alone?  he’s growing soft and he hates it.

          ah, well.  he’s familiar.  he’s an acquaintance, and they both set things right in vallaki.  maybe it’s fate to feel this way.

          “petros!”

We don’t really use statistics like those so much, but the calloons pop fairly easily! A dab of force will do ya, so to speak. But they don’t have any resistances or weaknesses (unless you count pins).