Shem'et listened to the orc's heavy accented, irritable rant. With every other word that fell from his mouth the feline eyes lit up with a realization. [i]So it was you, damned Puck who made me lose my trek and go around in circles! That won't do.[/i] Without saying a word to the orc the Tabaxi swirled around and relying on her feline grace, made a grab for the pixie. Since the tiny creature was without a doubt pretty svelte Shem hoped the element of surprise will be on her side. And luckily enough, it was! Finishing her one-eighty the crafter ended up with a hand full of pixie.

	[color=DAA520]"Now then, mistress pixie!"[/color] Shem'et purred ominously, showing off her needlepoint feline teeth. [color=DAA520]"It would appear you've been a very, veeeeerrrry naughty pixie!"[/color] Shem turned to the orc and presented her hand, clutching the pixie. [color=DAA520]"Isn't that right, Master orc?!"[/color] The Tabaxi brought her hand back to eye level and squared the tiny pixie with a hard stare. [color=DAA520]"So you have two options."[/color] Shem paused for effect. [color=DAA520]"One, I give you to my friend the orc here to do with you as he pleases."[/color] Another pregnant pause. [color=DAA520]"Or two... You stop messing with people's sense of direction while in the forest... And... You help me and this feathery elf gentlemen here find what we are looking for."[/color] Shem'et unsheathed her index finger claw and pointed it at the pixie. [color=DAA520]"And don't get any ideas about double-crossing us!"[/color] The crafter glanced at the orc. [color=DAA520]"What do you say, Master orc? Will you leave this one for me to punish if she helps you get back to wherever you need to get back?"[/color]

[hider=Rolls]Grab that pixie with an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12067]8[/url]. Success! Against a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12068]7[/url] :lol[/hider]