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Tae would have liked to buy something extra if she hadn’t been flat-out broke the entire time. Instead, the monk girl had waited for the others outside the General Store, recovering some of her sobriety in the cold night air. She still wasn’t wholly certain what the big deal was, but it would be nice as always if everything could be resolved cleanly without any camp-burning. Mirror looked to be lost in her own thoughts as well, and as the two of them shivered outside the store in wait for their own companions, Tae didn’t exchange a single word with the Tabaxi. She hummed a soft little tune instead, and soon enough, Jameson and Vadania were back.

The cold wind that swept over Fort Rock’s surroundings did well to wake the inebriated monk up further as she slipped casually beside the stout Jameson, using the fighter as solace against the worst of the weather. But there was a warm light in the distance, and though their numbers gave Tae pause, the revelry and relaxed nature of these gypsies pulled her in regardless of those concerns. Mirror served as the immediate spokesperson, and Tae stepped up as well, her smile apologetic, her cheeks flushed with the cold and the wine.

[b]“Well, she says ‘asks’ but it’s more like ‘orders’. Heard the guards were attacked ‘n all, so now they’re feeling prettttty mad about it.”[/b]

It wasn’t all that subtle, but it wasn’t all that direct either, as she partially interposed herself between the Tabaxi and the partying vagrants, her somewhat glassy eyes fixed on Stanimir. 


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Tae attempts to glean Insight onto Stanimir's character to see if his jovial nature is merely a front to mask something more malicious.
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12758]8 + 3 = 11[/url]
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