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[h1][color=0080ff]Niah Bautista[/color][/h1]
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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
[color=0080ff]Skills:[/color] Armor Control
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[color=0080ff]"Oh fine, we won't destroy the national monument to old white guys."[/color] Niah said, though she was amused. She didn't want to take off the armor considering it both offered protection and the ability to fly if one of the harpies or the dragon decided to toss her off the mountain. At least it only appeared that the armor was difficult to start using. She'd have to practice that...a lot. 

She followed beside Nancy and Mads into the dragon's lair. There was so much gold. It was enough to make Scrooge McDuck feel poor. She wondered if they'd be able to take some back. With that kind of gold that could buy everyone in camp their own...anything. They could buy a school bus, or even just a dang truck so people wouldn't have to hitchhike or catch trains for their quests. Though that was part of the point of a quest so the truck would probably break down or end up possessed or something equally impeding. 

She assessed the situation. Getting to the Gem would be impossible to do without making noise...on foot. She could fly over to it. Niah concentrated and felt the armor respond to her desires. She flew over to the Gem and picked it up. Touching it sort of set her teeth on edge. Like something was wrong with it. She looked at the Dragon hoping it was still sleeping. No such luck it was waking up. 

Niah threw the Gem at Mads, seeing that her friend was watching her. Mads caught the Gem and Niah flew in a complicated pattern trying to keep the Dragon's attention before flying over and joining the illusions of the group. [color=0080ff]"Run!"[/color] She shouted. It seemed like the Dragon was falling for the ruse. It at least didn't seem like it knew which group was which.