darkdancer
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Esme rides along, absently playing with the locks in Bess' mane. It feels to her that the weather is merely mirroring her usual baleful mood, and ironically that makes her a little more aware of those around her. Letting any light chatter she hears wash over her like the moisture in the air, she focuses on Tenkar's words of caution. Pulling her cloak a little more closely around her, she looks a little suspiciously into the gloom surrounding them, listening carefully.
[spot check +4, listen check +4]
She thinks to herself, all this wet is somewhat dampening the fire that warms me.
[spot check +4, listen check +4]
She thinks to herself, all this wet is somewhat dampening the fire that warms me.
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