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[h3]~Temporary Campsite~[/h3]
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[i]Throat Pouch:[/i]
- x6 Nothing
[i]Rawhide Backpack[/i]
- x5 Nothing
[b]Equipped:[/b]
Mana Bone Spear (Average)
1 Smooth Stone
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That deer could simply be described as 'scary'. She did not want to be on the receiving end of those horns at all...though they might have made good makeshift blade, even if they weren't suited for forging. Its fur would have provided an excellent bit of protection from the elements too. Trying to take it down and strip its parts seemed liked a better idea the more and more she observed it. She'd have tried her poison on it, had something else not gotten her attention. Riding atop the deer was a humanoid figure. Some sort of...forest elf? Goblin? The analysis said it was too strong for a goblin. More scarily still, it seemed to acknowledge her.

Narrowing her eyes at it from her perch, making sure she was definitely out of reach of whatever this was, she came to a quick conclusion.

[color=598527]"...You don't seem like a goblin, hm?"[/color] She spoke quietly, but enough that whatever it was could hear her. Activating her Charisma skill to make sure this creature didn't feel quite as inclined to attack or run if possible, she continued. [color=598527]"Suppose I should thank you for your seeming assistance."[/color]