Quoted By:
Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d20)
"Stop!" you say. "You have crossed the line. I am a Cleric of Kossuth. In the name of my Lord of Flames, I demand that you quit this lunacy and escort me into the Abbey safely. I won't warn you again."
Her face, with effort, contorts into an expression of offense and incredulity. It's as though she was already on the verge of snapping, and this pushed her over the edge.
"Fine," she says. "I'm supposed to keep out JUDGEMENTAL people like you! You will regret coming through the gates of this Abbey"
She makes a bestial sound that sounds like a cross between a hiss and a howl, and there's a noise from the foliage behind her.
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Rolled
>Unknown vs. You - Stealth (+3)
>You vs. Unknown's Stealth Check - Perception (+1)
(cont.)
