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Coreuth follows the dog, staying just far enough behind to keep it within her sight.

Coreuth shoulders her bow, then grabs the rope and makes her descent. When she reaches the bottom of the shaft, she promptly unshoulders her bow and looks down the corridor pointed out by Devon.

Coreuth looks down the shaft as Devon reaches the bottom. "...you alright down there?"

"The entrance through the top is only twenty feet. If Emet can hold a rope for us, how about one of us go down there and gather more intel before deciding which route to take?"

Coreuth draws her bow and keeps a lookout for trouble from the base of the mound.

Coreuth smiles flirtively. "That's no longer my profession. I'm an adventurer now." Soon after, she moves ahead and slithers about, looking for any sign of goblins or their lairs.

Coreuth is seemingly a bit cranky come dawn. "I can't even find somewhere to wash up in place like this. I bet if some of you would've held out for a bit longer, we could've bargained for more coin for this trouble." "Hi Emet!" she says in a sudden elated goofyness. "Long time no see." She...

Coreuth is miserable as she constantly slaps tiny bugs that land on her bare skin. "I don't see how any of you can sleep in a place like this. There's creepies everywhere. I guess I'll take middle watch, as well."

"Fine. I suppose that barely passes for acceptable."

"Hrmph!"

"Oh, don't get your knickers in a bunch. I'm only teasing." Coreuth deliberately taps her lips with her index finger as her eyes glaze over in thought. "How 'bout...a thousand gold each, for the mission you propose?"

Coreuth listens to the terms. "Oh yes, these gravediggers should pay for defiling the grave!" she states in mock indignation, giggling. "...but what of our compensation?"

Coreuth's visage takes on a dubious appearance as she takes in the surroundings. The elf almost begins to inquire out loud as to what this out-of-shape man has to offer for her services. She bites her tongue, though, and waits to see Mael's reaction to the medallion shown by Quillian.

Coreuth strolls casually along with the group tasked to find this man of St. Ulthar. "I hope this merchant prince of yours isn't a penny-pincher," she puts it bluntly to Quillian. "Otherwise, this will have been a waste of time." The elf makes no attempt to hide her motivation. "Though, if...

Coreuth Din'assa, elf rogue (rake)

St. Ulther's Medallion Coreuth skittishly turns at the sound of the medallion hitting the table. She glances over at the grizzled drunk, and listens intently as others gather around. Moments later, she bounds over to the frog hunter's table. "I have heard your tale, and I would like to offer...

Coreuth Din'assa Rogue 1 still looking.

Coreuth walks into the shop and purposefully heads towards the weaponry section. She peruses the weapons, especially the ones of better quality, but ends up with an annoyed expression on her face as she doesn't seem to find what she wants. "Hey, you," she addresses the shopkeeper. "Would you...

A thin elf in skintight leather struts into the tavern. She orders a glass of wine and looks around to see what others are doing, listens for gossip, and keeps eyes and ears open for opportunities to fatten her coinpurse. 1st-level rogue, half way to 2nd level. What's the rule for selling my...

"Aww, Ray, don't be sensitive. I'm only kidding with ya."