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Jeovanna almost managed to snag Metea's tail... almost. But the tiefling could be quick when she wanted to be... Foolishness was rarely tempered, after all! But Jeovanna was to her feet immediately after the others. She'd reach for her sword for a moment, but hesitated to charge after the...

Someone must... Duty. Obligation. Jeovanna stiffened a bit at the unnatural wind, muscles tensing like a cat ready to pounce- but she'd relax almost immediately afterwards. It was imperceptible, really. Only a moment. She'd take her share of lunch when Otiroth offered. That was a decent...

Jeovanna grunted at Metea, but didn't add anything to her statement. She'd hesitate before settling in across the fire- perhaps she was stalling. Instead, she'd dig through her pack, removing the butchered meat and passing it off to Otiroth. Let's see what he had, then. Mostly, she was keeping...

Jeovanna glanced back at Dain and... a nod, if a terse one. Sometimes she thought Dain was the only one with any sense, talking to dogs or no. Carthum too most of the time, but he kept quiet enough for the most part she couldn't tell. Otiroth and Metea? Well... they were good at talking to...

Having watched the process, Jeovanna is still filled with a bit of skepticism- odd for someone that had recently witnessed demons and walking skeletons, maybe. Or maybe this struck a different sort of measure. "Good," she muttered- a conversation they could all understand. Not that she was...

Jeovanna grimaced, yet conspicuously, said nothing. Had she heard Metea and Magaw? Perhaps, perhaps not. It was easy to get distracted by other things, such as the noise of dangerous creatures, out in the wild. She had to admit; she'd tuned the sorcerer and warlock's little interactions out...

Dain and Jeovanna were very different in some ways, but uncomfortably similar in others. Or perhaps Jeovanna was simply projecting her own thoughts on the ranger. Jeovanna tended not to overthink it for the most part, but still... in Gnoll society, hunting was important, and far different from...

Well, they hadn't wanted to eat field rations for the night, had they? Murras snake flesh was edible, wasn't it? Jeovanna didn't actually know- she had never tried to fight one before. Usually she avoided them and they avoided her. Still, Otiroth's investigation into every plant they...

Jeovanna can sympathize with the fox a bit there; the speed with which magic has become their go-to solution is startling to her, as well. This use of it, at least, is little more than a bit of expedited digging... the magic to do the mundane, and much more quickly. The barbarian licked her...

Much like the fox, Jeovanna paused. She didn't have the long, industrious nose of her spiritual gnoll pack or the fox, though, so her observation was a bit different. Look where the prey looked. If it was not at you... "Don't cross first," she'd scold the tiefling once more, because Metea had...

Jeovanna licked her teeth, and watched Dain's interaction with the fox. It ultimately caused no trouble, she supposed. Bold wildlife was not always a good thing, though. Well enough if you were a hunter and the deer was not afraid- worse if it was simply not afraid because the buck was charging...

Jeovanna grimaced at Metea, though mostly at her back. "Tiefling. You're glowing," she'd reply, but Jeovanna's tone was too dry to take much from it. She was not taking travel beauty advice from a sweaty demon! Otherwise, Jeovanna seemed to get more and more relaxed the further they went into...

Jeovanna mostly stayed near the back. She had their backs. It went without saying, really. And sure, she might've looked especially irritated, and taken a drink or two from her wineskin on the way... but hair of the hyena that bit you, right? <Perception check=13> Otherwise, she was more...

Jeovanna arrived after the others. But not too much after. The others seemed to have put together their traveling best, but Jeovanna really looked no different. She had her pack, same as before. Perhaps some additional materials inside of it- she was still working on something. Might've...

Jeovanna: Afterparty Jeovanna hadn't gone drinking. Hadn't gone... only drinking. It, at least, had not been her first stop. And once all was said and done, she had stood in front of her favorite watering hole with a pack slung over one shoulder and a grimace on her lips. The smell of roast...

Jeovanna looked to the others; a grim nod to Annit. She approved of the woman's choice to follow where she believed her path took her. Still, they would miss her bow and her blade on the road. The dwarf, as well, had a family waiting for him. That was good. They could help nurse him back to his...

"Food. Yes," a sensible idea. Jeovanna's thoughts were perhaps more straight-forward than her comrades', but that did not mean they were necessarily simpler! No, she was thinking plenty, even if from the outside, she seemed unphased by what had just happened. Nothing could be further from the...

Jeovanna tilted her head to one side at the sight. As a resident of Kalair, the idea of queens and monarchs in general is something related to fairy-tales and ancient stories. But perhaps they are in one of those stories today. Ever since descending into the mines, signing those contracts- their...

Jeovanna grimaced. So much squabbling. So much talking! They all did really like to go on. No wonder Metea an Otiroth seemed so at home with this strange development. Though really, what had any of them expected to be beyond the door? Either death, or some great treasure that would help them...

Jeovanna's hand remains on the hilt of her sword- recent events have made her somewhat suspicious of everything happening down here. Of course, she doesn't draw her blade... not quite yet. The barbarian blew her bangs out of her eyes, and shot a glance back towards Dain and Carthum. They will...