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[color=2cc785]"What do I look like?"[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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The snake woman had made sure not to over exert herself while digging. It would be pretty bad if she hurt her pretty face in this environment. At least, she assumed she was pretty. But no one seemed to treat her with the benevolence she deserved, save the Oracle. Even that big nosed ghost who she found increasingly difficult to remember seemed to look down at her. At least that was what it felt like. It was difficult to make out his features, and it wasn't as if either of them spoke much.

The days were a slog to get through regardless. The most interesting thing to happen for days was for rats to come back with some cooked jerky. She doubted they were able to do that themselves, so it made sense that there had to be humans nearby. Yet they hadn't found a reliable way to communicate with rats yet, which meant more renaissance was necessary. This, was something that fit squarely in Salbjörg's are of expertise. Or at least she had an ability that lent itself to that.

Either way, it was an excuse to avoid the others for a while, so she'd take it. 

Salbjörg approached the rats and made a bone sign between her hands. During the dig, Sal started to find it easier to save her breath for swinging a pick axe and use her placards for any conversing. 

[b]Care to show me where you found the meat? Maybe we can get more of it.[/b]

And maybe there would be other items too. Sal really did need to find something to see her reflection in. The idea that her beauty might pale in comparison to the goblins weighed heavy on her heart and mind.