Sandara hmms as she places a finger on her chin. Her eyes are white as she is rolling them that hard, while he shadow seems to be chuckling as she is laying it on thick.ĭjir is probably the smartest guy on the ship, far be it from me to bother him with things he has certainly picked up already She adds in a completely polite and non sarcastic tone, her eyes being normal when she says it.īluff to convey not so secret message: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16 Lastly, with a skeleton crew in a trading vesell, there would be only a few ships he could realistically take on and attack, and he would likely be regarded as prey by many more established vesells. Furthermore, even if squibbed, the crew is eclectic enough in terms of composition and capabilities to draw some notice, so such a thing would require a seperation from existing crewmen, ideally a permanent one, and clearly our great and mercifull captain would not do such a thing, our wellbeing clearly being chief of his concerns. There is not one single bit of magical capability along his chosen lackeys, so if Officer Longfarthing, who clearly has skills in divination, had the forsight to place a scyring sensor on the ship, he would have no way of detecting it. I mean, clearly, the idea is partly nonsensical. She whispers, covering what she is saying with flirtatious motions and other innuendo. Perhaps he received a sending or such from the Captain, as he is, absolutely and certainly not mutinying against Capain Harrigan right now. Our grand captain Plugg, in his great wisdom, has evidently altered course, to Blood Cove rather then to Port Peril as ordered. Ouch She replies in a teasing smile, as he shadow randomly slaps her cheeks. Tart? Are you trying to hit on me or provoking me to hit you? I mean, Barbarians and Masochists have a lot of overlap.
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