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Ceria harvested three of the drake's shiny red scales with one of the two daggers from her belt before the black blood that spewed forth made the rest of the body too gross to touch anymore.  The three gleaming pristine scales she came away with though were all rather small, probably too small to be used to craft much of value.  Still, she had just been given a pretty gift by someone not five minutes ago.  Perhaps it was time to return the favor.  

Without pomp or ceremony, the wood elf walked over to where Daisy stood and held out the scales a bit timidly.  [color=00a651]"I....think you might have more use for these than me.  Like maybe a necklace or something?  You'd look really good in red!"[/color] Her sudden embarrassment was cut short when Chip pegged an acorn at her from atop the pew next to Daisy and made a chitter that sounded for all the world like a short, almost maniacal high-pitched human laugh.  Ceria frowned at the little creature with a bewildered expression, mildly annoyed. 


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Survival Roll:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3796]16[/url]
Effects:  Ceria harvests three (3) scales off of the drake.  
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