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Re: (Open) Dungeons and Depravity: Revenge of the Unchained
After having spent the morning training heavily, Kiera sought out her usual manner of resting, seated in a chair along the wall of the tavern, staring out the window over the village from under the edge of her hood. Although she had already finished her physical regimen, she often took this time to keep her senses sharp, watching the denizens go about their routines.
Today though, routine was broken, as she saw a small child running into town, crying his woes. Her hand ran up to brush back the hair normally hiding her pointed ear, cupping behind to listen in more intently as he described his situation to the dogbold and the bard. As more women approached, she relaxed more back into her seat, finishing off her drink.
Only the appearance of the sage made her shoot back to attention. Hearing of the danger that her mother warned her of and spent great time training her for had Kiera reach down to her belt and adjust her row of daggers more comfortably before standing up, flitting the hair back over her ear and adjusting her cloak back over her eyes. Prepared, she set off to silently join the heroes on their way to the farm, merely nodding to any of them that looked her way. Her elven mother had warned her every day of her life about the danger she would have to face to prepare her for it. She only imagined that the others went through something similar, and that they all understood this was business, and needed to be taken care of. That left her little time for socializing.
With her keen hearing, conversation usually interrupted her concentration anyway. Doing what she could to ignore such fight-happy comments, she looked around the floor in and out of the farm and surveyed the carnage for what weapons they might have carried, and to see what else they might have been going for, other than crops and the people. Although the barbarian was right, the crops prove curious, because for a raiding party to leave such things undestroyed might suggest they wish to continue to make use of it in the future. In that case, staging an ambush for a return party might prove fruitful, depending how much time it'd take and just how soon and undisturbed that boy wants his parents back, which surely wasn't at zero already.
(Investigation: 20 + 3 proficiency = 23)
After having spent the morning training heavily, Kiera sought out her usual manner of resting, seated in a chair along the wall of the tavern, staring out the window over the village from under the edge of her hood. Although she had already finished her physical regimen, she often took this time to keep her senses sharp, watching the denizens go about their routines.
Today though, routine was broken, as she saw a small child running into town, crying his woes. Her hand ran up to brush back the hair normally hiding her pointed ear, cupping behind to listen in more intently as he described his situation to the dogbold and the bard. As more women approached, she relaxed more back into her seat, finishing off her drink.
Only the appearance of the sage made her shoot back to attention. Hearing of the danger that her mother warned her of and spent great time training her for had Kiera reach down to her belt and adjust her row of daggers more comfortably before standing up, flitting the hair back over her ear and adjusting her cloak back over her eyes. Prepared, she set off to silently join the heroes on their way to the farm, merely nodding to any of them that looked her way. Her elven mother had warned her every day of her life about the danger she would have to face to prepare her for it. She only imagined that the others went through something similar, and that they all understood this was business, and needed to be taken care of. That left her little time for socializing.
With her keen hearing, conversation usually interrupted her concentration anyway. Doing what she could to ignore such fight-happy comments, she looked around the floor in and out of the farm and surveyed the carnage for what weapons they might have carried, and to see what else they might have been going for, other than crops and the people. Although the barbarian was right, the crops prove curious, because for a raiding party to leave such things undestroyed might suggest they wish to continue to make use of it in the future. In that case, staging an ambush for a return party might prove fruitful, depending how much time it'd take and just how soon and undisturbed that boy wants his parents back, which surely wasn't at zero already.
(Investigation: 20 + 3 proficiency = 23)