Rolled 2, 16, 14, 2, 6 = 40 (5d20)
>>5809846Your reflections were troubled by the presence of the goblin. Not in anything she did, exactly but in her being there. Zith-Zi was an abrasive and uncultured sort of person, and smelled rather foul the longer you shared company with her… But but she was VERY much a person. She had a pet chimera she loved very much. She had friends who liked to drink and to carouse, and who saw her off much as your friends might have done if you’d told them your plans. She had family, including a strained relationship with a distant mother. And right now, well, YOU didn’t spell like roses, yourself.
You saw her face, and remembered the ragged, half-eaten face of the goblin whom Muffins had killed to protect you. You shuddered to recall it, and Zith-Zi felt the tremor and glance your way.
“You’re cold?” she asked with a laugh. “In this heat? Serious?”
“It’s because your bloody goblin ripped his robes trying to kill us,” Pearce grumbled, then looked to you with concern. “Need the blanket back?”
You shook your head.
“Well you better not think we’re cuddling for warmth,” Zith-Zi said with an arched eyebrow. “This is a business-type transaction.”
You glared, and sighed, but held your tongue. Restrain, and diplomacy… You’d learned on this expedition that such principles could very literally save your life, or someone else’s.
>+SociabilityInstead, you reached out your hand towards Hershy. Zith-Zi flinched away, staring at your hand with squinted, suspicious eyes… But Hershy looked at it with tilted head and then, gingerly, stepped over onto your hand. You winced and yelped as he climbed up your arm to the crook of your elbow; his little claws, old as they were, had not lost their edge.
“It’s not just for show,” Zith-Zi said of her pauldron, tapping it and smirking. “But… What are you up to with him?”
“Nothing major right now,” you reassured the drake’s little green mistress. “I’m just checking him over… Assessing his health, you could say. I have a promise to keep after all, do I not?”
