Waving her sleeves, the wispy brume dispelled via zephyrs provided by the chilled heavens above and the frigid waters below. Once wind and arms exiled the smelly haze, a ghost pirate loading a firearm hooked into her peripheral vision, with a prompt, terrified scream to boot. Her voice seemed to carry over the gales and squalls flapping the masts, which froze the gnome in place along the railing, before her nose planted haphazardly into Koan’s gluteal cleft. A forward jump saved her from imminent comedy.

[color=ed1c24]“You scared me, Reemes! Gosh! Especially with all that heat you’re packing.”[/color]

Inquiries and a stream of consciousness soon followed from the tinkerer as she scribbled excitedly into her trifling of a notebook.

[i]And, so many questions…[/i]

[color=ed1c24]“Looks like she has it...”[/color] The wintry monstrosity flared its nostrils. [color=ed1c24]“Er, I mean, him. Sorry, Mr. Ice Wolfie!”[/color] She squinted her left eye to the short wizard, hoping the gesture would smooth over her blatant awkwardness. The jester sustained the side conversation with a whisper and more winking, [color=ed1c24]“Under control. Phew! He is awfully cute, Reemes! Almost too adorable! Do you think we can keep him?”[/color]

The rest of the crew seemed, at best, distracted. Garnesh possessed other concerns, namely his lost weapons, whilst the Beholder guffawed dissonant chuckles, able to raise a haiku-rapping vampire from the dead. 

A proclamation quickly interrupted any before they could interject.

[b]“… Prove to me thou art worthy of salvation!”[/b]  The Theullai spake.

In response, the tiny mage soon urbanized a walking, talking miniature kiln, full with afterglow. Eliza, then, did the unimaginable. 

[i]She petted the beast. Wowzers![/i]

The clown thought it best to cheerlead from the sidelines, whereupon two dancing will-o’-wisps of light occupied each hand like pom poms. The half-drow knew that intelligent peeps could get nervous at times. Maybe, this cheer would help ameliorate the negotiations.

The harlequin squawked her chant, loud and proud.
[h2][color=ed1c24]“A-B-B-E-R-C-R-O-F-T!
What’s that spell? Gnome Pride!
She’s steppin’up, so step aside!
Eliza’s the best; [i]Lady Slipper’s[/i] here to win,
Or a gnome’s power will catch you again!”
[/color][/h2]

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Koan will cast the cantrip, [i]Dancing Lights[/i], to emulate a cheerleader's pom poms.

Should she roll for Performance? :)
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