[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/PdRjvmEFXfMZf3zRu/Scrapmouse][center][color=magenta][h2]Janine [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392744031378997248/394220227568730112/A-Scrapmouse.png[/img] Fawkes
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Scrapmouse was generally bored by the small talk that Ava and the others participated in, but the magic items that Ava produced certainly caught her attention. An earstone of communication was good. An orb of mind reading? Damn, too bad she had a lot of stuff attuned to her already. And the deck of illu--wait, that wasn't a deck of illusions! That was a Deck of Many Things! Was that Lady Ava dumb or crazy?! Before she could warn the group, one of them decided to draw a card and he lost all of his items and clothes. The tinkerer gnome couldn't help but hold her stomach and point at him as she laughed and fell to the ground.

It was only after she calmed down that she warned the other heroes, "[color=magenta]Guys, that [i]ain't[/i] a Deck of Illusions. That's a Deck of Many Things! You'd have to be [i]really[/i] desperate to draw from there! There's more cards that'll bring a Fate worse than Death than there are Good cards in there,[/color]" She didn't know whether anyone heard her, but she continued to the library regardless.

The first hour was spent tinkering, if anything to keep her mind of the potential future of a Battle Royale. Her tinkering produced another little Firestarter. She lost the last one she had, and who knows? Maybe she can use it to make future explosives explode in the near future? Hehe. 

The second and third hours were spent studying on Dragons and Giants, considering she was going to go there. Maybe she'll read up on the undead too, just in case? That'll be a topic for later. But regardless, she studied up and learned at least the basics. While she read and adjusted her goggles, Sparky laid nearby, acting like a normal cat, waiting patiently for its master to finish or move. Despite how crazy and twitchy Scrapmouse seemed on the outside, her quiet and diligent studying came to the surface. Sometimes muttering could be heard under her breath as she committed the important facts to memory. 

Her head snapped upwards and she lifted her goggles up when Vincente poked his head in, and let everyone know that there was a feast. Sparky mimicked her reaction by lifting his head and gazing towards Vincent. The gnome cheered "[color=magenta]Haha! Heck yeah! I'm starving![/color]" Pass out on a free meal? Who would be crazy enough to do that? Besides she needed to share her findings and start planning a strategy.

She made her way to where the feast was and she grabbed her own plate of food. She listened carefully to what everyone else had to offer in regards to information. A circle of teleportation from the cleric, and the half-orc can ask his god for anything in regards to anything needing to be affirmed or denied. The bard clearly asked around, only to end up with little to no information. 

After everyone seemed to finish sharing their information, she spoke up, her shrill voice showing excitement and eccentricity,

"[color=magenta]Alright! I've got a lot of information to share wit' ya! I did some digging on Dragons and Giants in general. Can't go in assuming we know everythin' already! The information I found may be useful for any strategies! So, listen up![/color]"

After taking another bite of bread and swallowing she continued,

"[color=magenta]The Dragon is a white dragon, which means that it's a cold based dragon. Yesyesyes, I know. Obvious! OBVIOUS! But-But--! This is good! White dragons, see, are not very smart. Very bestial! But still dangerous, especially if it's an ancient. Unfortunately, there's no real weaknesses to exploit. They do not have a weakness to fire, no they do not![/color]"

A gulp of water to wet her throat to keep the information coming,

"[color=magenta]The Dragon is strongest in their lair, and they know it! It's a bad, bad, bad idea to fight them in their lair. WORST IDEA EVER! ...But probably unavoidable. Trying to lure the dragon out might not work! But if we have to fight in the lair, we can use fire to melt stuff in there, and lessen the dragon's strength,[/color]"

Another gulp of water,

"[color=magenta]Now giants...There are many different kinds! But despite their differences, they see each other as kin. They have their own caste system called the Ordning! Each giant has a social rank and knows who is superior or inferior to it. The place in the Ordning is determined by analyzing a different combination of skills or qualities. Excelling in these skills or qualities is the purpose of a giant's life. The races of giants follow this system. The highest at the Caste are the Storm Giants. Then there's the Cloud giants, Fire giants, Frost Giants, Stone Giants, Hill Giants, and then the giant kin like...ogres, fomorians, and ettins. If a giant were to disrespect or betray a giant of another type, is just considered rude, not evil.[/color]"

Downed the entire goblet of water,

"[color=magenta]So, in conclusion...[/color]"

She raised her fingers and counted as she spoke,

"[color=magenta]One: We may be dealing with Storm Giants if they've somehow got an Ancient White Dragon to join forces with them. 
Two: Best way to beat the dragon is to lure it out of the lair, but...it's not dumb enough to be simply lured out. 
Three: Can't turn the giants against each other. 
And Four...![/color]"

She paused and then commented 

"[color=magenta]We're in for one heckuva fight! We need to get a strategy started![/color]"

She then mumbled to herself "[color=magenta]I wonder if there are any previous accounts of dragons and giants working together...?[/color]"