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[indent][indent]Migi wouldn’t call herself useless in situations like these. Sure, she was more of an urban ranger, but paths were paths. She just wished for less mud and the suffocating nature of the trees. Whatever creature had taken care of that mannish folk was still out there… somewhere. Hopefully still gnawing at the bones like a harbor dog. It was fortunate she was so short. The tall grass and leaning branches obfuscated her unlike her companions, who steadily grew in height. The dwarf acted as if he had some training in these sorts of surroundings. Migi noted that it if they had to split apart, to stick with him. Not only did their heights compliment each other, he’d probably live longer than the rest. 

It wasn’t long before they came to the source of the smoke. She’d wanted to believe it was something else, but here she was witnessing further depravity by mannish folk. In her time underneath her pirate patron, she’d learned about taking from the wealthy, noble, and the commoner without batting an eye at any of it. Money would find its way back to pockets and belongings to shelves. Yet, there were two things that Migi viewed as sacred—a roof and a life. These bandits were taking both without pause. She refrained from spitting on the ground, trying to keep her head down. Then she remembered that they had a singing giant—good fucking luck.

Migi’s eyes narrowed as the mannish folk barking orders followed in after a pleading woman. “No matter the situation, you tall folk only think with the wicked snakes in your trousers,” she growled underneath her breath. 

She let the giant and dwarf chitter as she surveyed the burning buildings. Crossbows were pointed at the villagers, and as much as that seemed like a petty death—hers would be too if she tried to interrupt it. There had to be a smarter solution to this. She’d commandeered ships, piloted them, and sunk them in fire, waves, and harbors. Making the big thing go down was always ones first point of order in a fight like this.

It was then that the giant spoke to her. “Don’t you have an ability that lets [i]you[/i] not be seen? Oh right, it’s to shut that pig sized hole of yours.” Migi went to say something else, possibly agreeing with the giant, but the pretty one kept her from being so amenable. Her eyes widened behind her tallow bangs. “Oh no.”

The following series of events could only be classified as a group of people that weren’t aware of each other’s skills and acting as if they were. The giant man was now a tree. [i]Charming.[/i] The fancy boy readied himself as if he could something beyond just pissing himself and crying. At least he had his wooden wife to pat his pants dry. Migi looked at the dwarf. “I’ll follow blondie. Maybe I can get an idea of what they’re packin’ since we’re doin’ this now, mate.” It was then that she vanished from sight.

Migi followed behind the pretty one, quickly. Once she reached her, she placed a warm hand on her back. “I have your pert ass covered,” she whispered into her ear. “Do somethin’ to let me know when you’re about to do whatever you came out to do.” She then took a few steps back and stood still.[/indent][/indent]

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[b]Stealth:[/b] 6+1 
[b]Engineering:[/b] 8+1 [i]We can pocket this check for later if need be, but basically Migi is trying to scope out to see if any buildings, considering they are burning, could be collapsed as a distraction. If this skill check even counts for that.[/i] [/hider]