"I didn't mean to stop and wait, Yasmina, honey..." Duwamilly sighs, pretty unaware of her fall from grace "Of course we are sailing to Shaded Isle - a sail that Charlie, here, is so kind to help us with! What I mean is, if the next hunt is, let's say, next month and I'm free by that date, I'll gladly come and take part!"
"...well, unless you're a fox of course. But I would have thought you would have a mount for that, and something to actually hunt with? I suppose your former servants took those too?" Yasmina says, looking at the gentleman with a curious smile.
...until she picks up on Yasmina's subtle accusation. Her tail uncurls from her leg and it begins to swish back and forth slowly as her brow furrows in contemplation.
we recently came across a really nasty kid who was interested in magical objects... and who was ready to do practically anything to get them! I prescribed him a holiday which I hope has helped him to meditate, see the error of his ways
But then she's distracted trying to figure out what Milly is taking about. She puts it together just in time to catch Yasmina glaring at Duwamilly.
Exhausted by stress and near ceaseless, rapid fire conversation, Delvindra's shoulders slump, her tail sags, and she finds herself missing the sound of ceaseless voices that at least have decency to whisper...
"Can we talk...ex-preceptor?" Yasmina says with gritted teeth, still glaring, motioning to the side where she could talk privately with the gnome for a moment.
"No, no tracks, I haven't started looking yet but thank you for remembering."The still quite angry half-elven redhead says, stepping away from the others, far enough to have a private conversation, making sure to speak low enough to have it private. She then goes down on one knee to reach eye-to-eye level with the gnome.
"Listen, I'm not sure how good you are with reading people but I'm angry and disappointed right now and I will tell you why."She starts, trying to make sure she has the gnome's full attention and not having her glancing away at the gentleman. "I honestly don't give a damn about on who's horse you will ride off and kill foxes but for some inexplicable reason fate has dealt us a hand where we will soon face mortal danger together. This group is in desperate need of a leader to survive this and when we met I really thought you could be that leader. I need you to stay focused alright, or we might die, and I don't want that, for either of us okay."She goes on, still fuming with anger. "Now, if you can stay focused on the mission until it is over I promise you I can give you some really good advice about flirting. For one thing, if you go on aggressively and quite bluntly flirting like that you will scare away those who's worth flirting with or be taken advantage of by those who aren't. I might be much younger than you but trust me, I know about these things." She says with a hint of sadness in her eyes now. "So please let us find you someone more suitable than that one for after we have freed ourselves from these curses okay. I promise I will make good on what I say." She continues, her face softening somewhat now. "And two more things, planning what you will do after our mortally dangerous quest does not inspire confidence, it just makes you seem quite naïve, much too naïve for an ex-preceptor. Also, while you seem really sweet and kind with everyone, even those who don't deserve it, calling someone who is really angry with you honey just makes you seem condescending."
Duwamilly brown eyes widen in surprise: "Yasmina, hon... Oh, well, Yasmina-period if you prefer. What's really the matter?" and she looks at her intently "Because, well, a leader... I don't know if we really need one, plus I don't remember having been acclaimed as such. I mean... I am ready to send Frinion to a place where he is likely not causing trouble anymore... and a priestess interfers. I suggest caution spotting Charlie... and someone promptly runs in the bandits' ambush. I charm the leader to take us out of troubles... and then we look for trouble again attacking the bandits. I think you are overrating me a bit, as a leader, Yasmina-period".
"And flirting... come on, Yasmina-period!" the ex-Preceptor blushes slightly "Charlie is a noble, plus twice my size! What chances do you think I might have getting his attention? Still... do you think you could teach me something? Did you mean belly-dancing and such? That could be interesting... Anyway, yes, of course those are concerns for after we have coped with our problems... bit still I can't see how I trying to be nice to Charlie now can get us killed in the future, Yasmina-period".
"So, speaking of focus..." the gnome cleric sighs "What about resuming the search for tracks, camp and items? I don't know you, but I, wondering about these magic items disappearing, can't help but think of that Frinion scamp... I hope he is not the buyer... and he is not on his way to the camp!"
"Are you seriously trying to make me angry again? Do you seriously think repeatedly calling me Yasmina-period is funny for me?" The red-haired half-elf's eyes flares with anger again. "Don't think you can just brush this off, you were clearly and blatantly flirting with the man and whether he is interested in you or not is not the point right now! We are heading into mortal danger from which we might never return and you don't seem to take this seriously at all, is that what I will have to expect from you?"She demands angrily.
As this discussion continues, Yasmina does begin picking out tracks in the mud... and indeed, there are hoof prints which strongly suggest that a number of horses were lead away. Meanwhile, Sir Charles wisely decides to stay out of the midst of the discussion and let the two women sort it out.
As you follow along, Yasmina, perhaps with a tap on the shoulder from Delvindra, suddenly realizes that the clearing that the four of them are approaching isn't empty... From where you are, you can see three people. A middle-aged man is tending the horses, while a portly fellow stirs something in a pot. Off to the side a bit is a third person... a woman dressed in the same robes as the cultists you met at the temple, sitting at a small table examining a seemingly random assortment of items...
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Delvindra's intention had been to try and take the bandits prisoner but seeing the cultist gives her sudden pause. She looks to Yasmina and Milly hoping that the more assertive women will know what to do.
(The rest of the conversation between Milly and Yasmina can be played out retroactively I think :-)
Stepping back slightly together with Delvindra and Milly to not be noticed by the three in the camp, Yasmina speaks quietly. "It seems you were right Milly..." The half-elf says with a nod and a small smile of acknowledgement to the gnome, then peering over at the cultist. "...we should try to get one alive, preferably the one in dark robes over there by the table. I can sneak in and take a closer look if you think that would help. Any ideas on how we defeat them? Can you do that thing where you burn people to a crisp again?" She turns and asks the quiet tiefling. "We don't want to damage what's on that table though so maybe I can lure the cultist away from there first."
The red-haired half-elf is almost surprised at herself trying to organize the attack. She never really had to take others into consideration before but as they now were a team whether they wanted it or not she was quite sure she wanted them to act as a coherent unit from now on. In her mind that would be absolutely necessary to stand any chance of survival in the days ahead.
"No, Yasmina," Duwamilly sighs "I wasn't trying to make you angry again - I actually didn't realize you'd stopped being angry yet - I was just trying to lighten the mood by joking".
"And note that we were in mortal danger yesterday too, when Frinion presented us with his 'unmissable' offer" Planerunner patiently remembers. "Even yesterday I didn't take it seriously, but I resolved it with a prank (not exactly the prank I would have wanted, but never mind, I had to adapt to unexpected events). So... of course that is what you will have to expect from me, dear! And do you know why? Do you want to know a secret, Yasmina, honey? Oh, sorry... Can I call you 'honey' now? Or are you still angry? Anyway, the secret is: life is a joke! It's not something serious! This is what Garl Glittergold showed me - and this is what I testify with my life. If you want seriousness, turn to Delvindra - and, mind me, I am not saying this to denigrate her, who seems really a good kid to me, but only to point out the differences between us".
In the meantime, between one fiery glare and another, the half-elf was able to find the tracks and lead everyone towards the bandits' camp.
"But you weren't angry yesterday... when I didn't take too seriously the threat of a wizard of overwhelming power who put even Amir in check and risked wiping us out, as a mere collateral effect of his spells, at every second of the battle..." the ex-Preceptor's brown eyes become mischievous, looking into the other's "You got angry today... in a moment when there was no immediate danger... just because I was kind to Charlie (and maybe I seemed a little interested in him)... Tell me the truth, girl... are you by any chance a little jealous? Do you find him charming too? You can tell me, you know? There's nothing bad... I see that he is a handsome man... even very handsome for that matter... But if that's the case I would tell you that you can rest assured! It's much easier for him to be interested in a beautiful and young half-elf like you... rather than a not-nearly-as-beautiful, not-nearly-as-young miniature woman like me, who he could comfortably look into the eyes only by getting down on his knees... which, you'll admit, would be a little uncomfortable even for a gallant guy like him. If you're interested in him..."
"What's the matter, Delvindra, honey?" she notices the tiefling approaching "Just one moment, Delvindra, we're finishing a conversation..."
"What was I saying, Yasmina? Oh yes: if you're interested in him, go ahead and use the greater flirting experience you can count on! I won't feel bad about it, you know?"
"Delvindra, dear, stop tapping on Yasmina's shoulder, will you? I'm almost done..."
"What was I saying, Yasmina? Ah, yes: I won't feel too bad about it, for he is a very interesting man... but he will definitely not be the last very interesting man left around! So, if you think you might like him... focus on him, instead of getting mad at me!"
After that, noticing Yasmina turning around following the tiefling monk's insistence, the gnome cleric also looks in the indicated direction and... she also notices that there is someone in the camp - even someone who she would have really preferred that wasn't there.
As Yasmina lays out the plan, Duwamilly looks at her proudly: 'Oh, finally... Instead of looking for a leader to think for her, she is using her head. Even if there is one detail that I would really like to change...'
"It's fine to lure them away from objects," murmurs the ex-Preceptor "if possible, so as to minimize the risk of damaging them. And it's fine to hit the enemies with everything we have, including Delvindra's fire... because even if the recourse to violence is a defeat for everyone, at the moment I have no other alternatives, having already used all my personal magic and not being able to count on my cube - so it is better to make sure that it is a defeat, yes, for everyone, but especially for them. Only, I would advise against trying to take the cultist alive... if she had even a fraction of Frinion's magical power, she could wipe us out with her first spell! And it's a risk that provides us with no advantage, after all... Why should we be curious about Frinion's plans? When do we want to sail for the Shaded Isle as soon as possible? There, in the domain of the mighty Lord Akkron, even a wizard as powerful as Frinion should have difficulty operating... We should be relatively safe - at least from him, I mean. So, why take the risk? If violence must be... let's eliminate the cultist too! In fact, I would recommend to take out her before anyone else".
"Can you do that thing where you burn people to a crisp again?" She turns and asks the quiet tiefling. "We don't want to damage what's on that table though so maybe I can lure the cultist away from there first."
"I...I think so.He seems to like that," the Tiefling answers, whispering the last part under her breath as her skin pales. She looks once again as if she's going to be ill and her tail coils around her right leg in an almost comforting manner, as if trying to soothe her as she reaches for the Ring of Mind Shielding she was gifted at the temple.
The red-haired half-elf tries to focus on what the gnome says as Delvindra keeps tapping her shoulder. "Alright, I'm coming." She says angrily, standing up to face the tiefling, looking her in the eyes for a moment, her eyes flaring angrily before calming down. "I'm sorry, it's just that I have a hard time making myself understood."She says, shaking her head, the turning back to the gnome, standing now, giving the ex-preceptor a sad look now. "You really don't understand." She says, not caring who hears now. "Unlike you there would take more than a handsome face to make me interested in someone, but more importantly, unlike you, when faced with mortal peril in the near future I'm simply not that interested, having more important things on my mind, and I'm particularly not interested in a man that still has a lot to prove before he would even gain my trust much less my interest."
"Alright, I'll try to lure the cultist away from the table and then we hit her with all we have, including Ilmater's incinerating flames of justice?"Yasmina asks to see if they are in agreement. "And you, can you contribute in any way?" She turns an asks the gentleman with a weak smile.
"I'll try to lure the cultist away from the table and then we hit her with all we have, including Ilmater's incinerating flames of justice?"Yasmina asks to see if they are in agreement. "And you, can you contribute in any way?"
At the mention of Ilmater, Delvindra turns and empties the contents of her stomach.
Completely surprised by Delvindra's reaction, Yasmina takes a half step back at first, giving the tiefling a worried look. "How are you, do you need to sit this one out Delvindra?" She says with a calm and comforting voice now, standing a bit closer again, but not close enough to intrude on the tiefling's personal space.
"Are you sure?" Yasmina says, with a hint of doubt in her voice. "Alright, rest now and be ready when we attack." She adds, looking over at the gnome and the gentleman to see what they had to add.
Charlie doesn't look especially thrilled about going into a fight... but... he nods.
"I should be able to help a little bit if you want to lure someone over here," he says. "My rapier isn't in great shape after being exposed to a blazing inferno, but... I can still use it until I get a new one."
(OOC: I suppose I should have mentioned that yes, the deceased bandits did have weapons. But I figured Yasmina probably wouldn't have cared enough to collect the charred swords from them)
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"Trying to lure the cultist away from that table which most likely holds your lost magic items seems quite enough from you considering the current shape of your rapier, but take this for now, in case you need to actually defend yourself." She says and unceremoniously hands the man one of her thin curved daggers of southern design. "You ready too Milly?" She says, just to make sure before Charlie steps away and does his thing.
When everyone is ready, Yasmina pulls the hood up and disappears, then flies up in a tree and hides.
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"I didn't mean to stop and wait, Yasmina, honey..." Duwamilly sighs, pretty unaware of her fall from grace "Of course we are sailing to Shaded Isle - a sail that Charlie, here, is so kind to help us with! What I mean is, if the next hunt is, let's say, next month and I'm free by that date, I'll gladly come and take part!"
At Yasmina's words, Delvindra goes a full shade paler and it looks as though she may vomit...
...until she picks up on Yasmina's subtle accusation. Her tail uncurls from her leg and it begins to swish back and forth slowly as her brow furrows in contemplation.
But then she's distracted trying to figure out what Milly is taking about. She puts it together just in time to catch Yasmina glaring at Duwamilly.
Exhausted by stress and near ceaseless, rapid fire conversation, Delvindra's shoulders slump, her tail sags, and she finds herself missing the sound of ceaseless voices that at least have decency to whisper...
"Can we talk...ex-preceptor?" Yasmina says with gritted teeth, still glaring, motioning to the side where she could talk privately with the gnome for a moment.
"Sure Yasmina, honey, did you find the tracks?" Duwamilly follows.
"No, no tracks, I haven't started looking yet but thank you for remembering." The still quite angry half-elven redhead says, stepping away from the others, far enough to have a private conversation, making sure to speak low enough to have it private. She then goes down on one knee to reach eye-to-eye level with the gnome.
"Listen, I'm not sure how good you are with reading people but I'm angry and disappointed right now and I will tell you why." She starts, trying to make sure she has the gnome's full attention and not having her glancing away at the gentleman. "I honestly don't give a damn about on who's horse you will ride off and kill foxes but for some inexplicable reason fate has dealt us a hand where we will soon face mortal danger together. This group is in desperate need of a leader to survive this and when we met I really thought you could be that leader. I need you to stay focused alright, or we might die, and I don't want that, for either of us okay." She goes on, still fuming with anger. "Now, if you can stay focused on the mission until it is over I promise you I can give you some really good advice about flirting. For one thing, if you go on aggressively and quite bluntly flirting like that you will scare away those who's worth flirting with or be taken advantage of by those who aren't. I might be much younger than you but trust me, I know about these things." She says with a hint of sadness in her eyes now. "So please let us find you someone more suitable than that one for after we have freed ourselves from these curses okay. I promise I will make good on what I say." She continues, her face softening somewhat now. "And two more things, planning what you will do after our mortally dangerous quest does not inspire confidence, it just makes you seem quite naïve, much too naïve for an ex-preceptor. Also, while you seem really sweet and kind with everyone, even those who don't deserve it, calling someone who is really angry with you honey just makes you seem condescending."
Duwamilly brown eyes widen in surprise: "Yasmina, hon... Oh, well, Yasmina-period if you prefer. What's really the matter?" and she looks at her intently "Because, well, a leader... I don't know if we really need one, plus I don't remember having been acclaimed as such. I mean... I am ready to send Frinion to a place where he is likely not causing trouble anymore... and a priestess interfers. I suggest caution spotting Charlie... and someone promptly runs in the bandits' ambush. I charm the leader to take us out of troubles... and then we look for trouble again attacking the bandits. I think you are overrating me a bit, as a leader, Yasmina-period".
"And flirting... come on, Yasmina-period!" the ex-Preceptor blushes slightly "Charlie is a noble, plus twice my size! What chances do you think I might have getting his attention? Still... do you think you could teach me something? Did you mean belly-dancing and such? That could be interesting... Anyway, yes, of course those are concerns for after we have coped with our problems... bit still I can't see how I trying to be nice to Charlie now can get us killed in the future, Yasmina-period".
"So, speaking of focus..." the gnome cleric sighs "What about resuming the search for tracks, camp and items? I don't know you, but I, wondering about these magic items disappearing, can't help but think of that Frinion scamp... I hope he is not the buyer... and he is not on his way to the camp!"
"Are you seriously trying to make me angry again? Do you seriously think repeatedly calling me Yasmina-period is funny for me?" The red-haired half-elf's eyes flares with anger again. "Don't think you can just brush this off, you were clearly and blatantly flirting with the man and whether he is interested in you or not is not the point right now! We are heading into mortal danger from which we might never return and you don't seem to take this seriously at all, is that what I will have to expect from you?" She demands angrily.
As this discussion continues, Yasmina does begin picking out tracks in the mud... and indeed, there are hoof prints which strongly suggest that a number of horses were lead away. Meanwhile, Sir Charles wisely decides to stay out of the midst of the discussion and let the two women sort it out.
As you follow along, Yasmina, perhaps with a tap on the shoulder from Delvindra, suddenly realizes that the clearing that the four of them are approaching isn't empty... From where you are, you can see three people. A middle-aged man is tending the horses, while a portly fellow stirs something in a pot. Off to the side a bit is a third person... a woman dressed in the same robes as the cultists you met at the temple, sitting at a small table examining a seemingly random assortment of items...
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Delvindra's intention had been to try and take the bandits prisoner but seeing the cultist gives her sudden pause. She looks to Yasmina and Milly hoping that the more assertive women will know what to do.
(The rest of the conversation between Milly and Yasmina can be played out retroactively I think :-)
Stepping back slightly together with Delvindra and Milly to not be noticed by the three in the camp, Yasmina speaks quietly. "It seems you were right Milly..." The half-elf says with a nod and a small smile of acknowledgement to the gnome, then peering over at the cultist. "...we should try to get one alive, preferably the one in dark robes over there by the table. I can sneak in and take a closer look if you think that would help. Any ideas on how we defeat them? Can you do that thing where you burn people to a crisp again?" She turns and asks the quiet tiefling. "We don't want to damage what's on that table though so maybe I can lure the cultist away from there first."
The red-haired half-elf is almost surprised at herself trying to organize the attack. She never really had to take others into consideration before but as they now were a team whether they wanted it or not she was quite sure she wanted them to act as a coherent unit from now on. In her mind that would be absolutely necessary to stand any chance of survival in the days ahead.
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"No, Yasmina," Duwamilly sighs "I wasn't trying to make you angry again - I actually didn't realize you'd stopped being angry yet - I was just trying to lighten the mood by joking".
"And note that we were in mortal danger yesterday too, when Frinion presented us with his 'unmissable' offer" Planerunner patiently remembers. "Even yesterday I didn't take it seriously, but I resolved it with a prank (not exactly the prank I would have wanted, but never mind, I had to adapt to unexpected events). So... of course that is what you will have to expect from me, dear! And do you know why? Do you want to know a secret, Yasmina, honey? Oh, sorry... Can I call you 'honey' now? Or are you still angry? Anyway, the secret is: life is a joke! It's not something serious! This is what Garl Glittergold showed me - and this is what I testify with my life. If you want seriousness, turn to Delvindra - and, mind me, I am not saying this to denigrate her, who seems really a good kid to me, but only to point out the differences between us".
In the meantime, between one fiery glare and another, the half-elf was able to find the tracks and lead everyone towards the bandits' camp.
"But you weren't angry yesterday... when I didn't take too seriously the threat of a wizard of overwhelming power who put even Amir in check and risked wiping us out, as a mere collateral effect of his spells, at every second of the battle..." the ex-Preceptor's brown eyes become mischievous, looking into the other's "You got angry today... in a moment when there was no immediate danger... just because I was kind to Charlie (and maybe I seemed a little interested in him)... Tell me the truth, girl... are you by any chance a little jealous? Do you find him charming too? You can tell me, you know? There's nothing bad... I see that he is a handsome man... even very handsome for that matter... But if that's the case I would tell you that you can rest assured! It's much easier for him to be interested in a beautiful and young half-elf like you... rather than a not-nearly-as-beautiful, not-nearly-as-young miniature woman like me, who he could comfortably look into the eyes only by getting down on his knees... which, you'll admit, would be a little uncomfortable even for a gallant guy like him. If you're interested in him..."
"What's the matter, Delvindra, honey?" she notices the tiefling approaching "Just one moment, Delvindra, we're finishing a conversation..."
"What was I saying, Yasmina? Oh yes: if you're interested in him, go ahead and use the greater flirting experience you can count on! I won't feel bad about it, you know?"
"Delvindra, dear, stop tapping on Yasmina's shoulder, will you? I'm almost done..."
"What was I saying, Yasmina? Ah, yes: I won't feel too bad about it, for he is a very interesting man... but he will definitely not be the last very interesting man left around! So, if you think you might like him... focus on him, instead of getting mad at me!"
After that, noticing Yasmina turning around following the tiefling monk's insistence, the gnome cleric also looks in the indicated direction and... she also notices that there is someone in the camp - even someone who she would have really preferred that wasn't there.
As Yasmina lays out the plan, Duwamilly looks at her proudly: 'Oh, finally... Instead of looking for a leader to think for her, she is using her head. Even if there is one detail that I would really like to change...'
"It's fine to lure them away from objects," murmurs the ex-Preceptor "if possible, so as to minimize the risk of damaging them. And it's fine to hit the enemies with everything we have, including Delvindra's fire... because even if the recourse to violence is a defeat for everyone, at the moment I have no other alternatives, having already used all my personal magic and not being able to count on my cube - so it is better to make sure that it is a defeat, yes, for everyone, but especially for them. Only, I would advise against trying to take the cultist alive... if she had even a fraction of Frinion's magical power, she could wipe us out with her first spell! And it's a risk that provides us with no advantage, after all... Why should we be curious about Frinion's plans? When do we want to sail for the Shaded Isle as soon as possible? There, in the domain of the mighty Lord Akkron, even a wizard as powerful as Frinion should have difficulty operating... We should be relatively safe - at least from him, I mean. So, why take the risk? If violence must be... let's eliminate the cultist too! In fact, I would recommend to take out her before anyone else".
"I...I think so. He seems to like that," the Tiefling answers, whispering the last part under her breath as her skin pales. She looks once again as if she's going to be ill and her tail coils around her right leg in an almost comforting manner, as if trying to soothe her as she reaches for the Ring of Mind Shielding she was gifted at the temple.
The red-haired half-elf tries to focus on what the gnome says as Delvindra keeps tapping her shoulder. "Alright, I'm coming." She says angrily, standing up to face the tiefling, looking her in the eyes for a moment, her eyes flaring angrily before calming down. "I'm sorry, it's just that I have a hard time making myself understood." She says, shaking her head, the turning back to the gnome, standing now, giving the ex-preceptor a sad look now. "You really don't understand." She says, not caring who hears now. "Unlike you there would take more than a handsome face to make me interested in someone, but more importantly, unlike you, when faced with mortal peril in the near future I'm simply not that interested, having more important things on my mind, and I'm particularly not interested in a man that still has a lot to prove before he would even gain my trust much less my interest."
"Alright, I'll try to lure the cultist away from the table and then we hit her with all we have, including Ilmater's incinerating flames of justice?" Yasmina asks to see if they are in agreement. "And you, can you contribute in any way?" She turns an asks the gentleman with a weak smile.
At the mention of Ilmater, Delvindra turns and empties the contents of her stomach.
Completely surprised by Delvindra's reaction, Yasmina takes a half step back at first, giving the tiefling a worried look. "How are you, do you need to sit this one out Delvindra?" She says with a calm and comforting voice now, standing a bit closer again, but not close enough to intrude on the tiefling's personal space.
Delvindra wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her tunic.
"I'm okay. I can do this. Let's just do it quickly."
"Are you sure?" Yasmina says, with a hint of doubt in her voice. "Alright, rest now and be ready when we attack." She adds, looking over at the gnome and the gentleman to see what they had to add.
Charlie doesn't look especially thrilled about going into a fight... but... he nods.
"I should be able to help a little bit if you want to lure someone over here," he says. "My rapier isn't in great shape after being exposed to a blazing inferno, but... I can still use it until I get a new one."
(OOC: I suppose I should have mentioned that yes, the deceased bandits did have weapons. But I figured Yasmina probably wouldn't have cared enough to collect the charred swords from them)
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"Trying to lure the cultist away from that table which most likely holds your lost magic items seems quite enough from you considering the current shape of your rapier, but take this for now, in case you need to actually defend yourself." She says and unceremoniously hands the man one of her thin curved daggers of southern design. "You ready too Milly?" She says, just to make sure before Charlie steps away and does his thing.
When everyone is ready, Yasmina pulls the hood up and disappears, then flies up in a tree and hides.
Stealth: 12
(Disadvantage to spot her)