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(OOC: Must've made the same mistake as Amaury/Jallembo; assumed the structure was the one we'd be hankering down in. In any case, kicking this into a slightly higher gear..) Jamilee picks up Jallembo's idea, does a quick sweep & clear of the building to make sure there's no ants hiding in dark...

Jamilee accepts the piece of charcoal with a.. smile, or something passably close to it. "I was thinking charcoal, myself. But this works. Thank you." It's the first "thank you" that has passed her lips in several days. "As for what we need t'do now, hnh.. keep a low profile. No roaming watches...

Jamilee llistens to Ximix as he speaks. Her exact emotions are hard to read, but whatever they are, they're probably not warm and fuzzy -- her face already pretty low on any kind of beauty scale, and the way it's twisted up now is pulling it hard towards the negatives. "You talk as if you're not...

Gotta admit, from a narrowly mechanical point of view, team #2 doesn't seem to have a lot of hitting or staying power. Folding it into #1 and #3 makes sense. Jamilee doesn't share this opinion of mine, though, for the simple reason that she's slightly nuts, and just doesn't care about other...

It's Jamilee's possible multiclassing that made me wonder, yes, though I'm not 100% about going through with that thought yet. I'm not expecting her to make a level mid-adventure there, either. But having her apprentice, or at least look over the shoulder of a fellow PC wizard is an interesting...

Jamilee simply shrugs, looking indifferent. The scratchiness is back in her voice as she speaks. "I've said what I had to say, and know what I want to know. Three has my vote, if it comes down to voting. Two has my peace, hnh. Blood and ashes, I could even live with going in all bunched up, if...

She twists her scarred face into a grin; her ears seem to perk up somewhat, even the one that's barely more than a scrap of skin. "Mh. It sounds so natural I find myself having already agreed with it. I would prefer you in front, though, if you're up for it." Jamilee listens in on the larger...

(ooc: Yeppers, as far as I'm concerned.) "..well, ashes," Jamilee grates out, sounding vaguely disappointed. She's grinning/snarling as she her spoon in her empty oatmeal bowl, though, so she might just be exaggerating that. "Would have been nice to know beforehand, hnh, I might have ordered a...

If that's impossible due to time constraints, cash flow problems, lack of foresight, or, erm.. any combination thereof, would postponing actual access to the spells until the character in question can get their hands on a spellbook at adventure's end, or during a significant amount (two weeks...

There's a rules matter I've been wondering about. According to RAW, a wizard character begins play with a free spellbook and a fair bunch of spells. But what about a character who multiclasses into Wizard? Presumably a spellbook full of starting spells does not materialize out of thin air as...

Jamilee's scrounged up some supper in the meanwhile; she eats seated near her teammates, while keeping half an ear turned to the conversations of the others around her. At times she smirks. Once, when she catches a snatch of Munchin talking about maps, she actually gives an appreciative nod...

Jamilee frowns just a tad, and taps her cheek in thought. "The size of wolves, hnh. That makes it easy for them to swarm us, if we're not careful." She then brightens up. "But, on the other hand, I am careful. Thanks, Hans. Better send for that druid in advance, 'cause deafness will be the...

Jamilee grins broadly at Landers; it's one of the rare few grins of hers that actually looks sort of friendly. "Ah, someone else was paying attention at the roll call, too. I'm Jamilee, yes. I'm also not half bad when it comes to stabbing people with this." She pats the hilt of the rapier slung...

"The small-folk has the right of it," Jamilee observes. And actually smiles, or at least attempts to, as she rasps out, "I do not know how large or how powerful these gigantic ants are, but if they're just that -- ants, only larger -- we should be able to outsmart them, use the terrain against...

After a hard day of riding abreast of the small convoy, Jamilee's first care is for her horse; she makes sure she's well stabled, fed and watered, and personally brushes her down, checking for saddle sores. Whatever her second care might be, it's not for her own appearance; she rejoins the rest...

After Hans replies, Jamilee stares expectantly at him for almost a full second, wondering if he'll continue the upward trend and come up with further and even more grandiose superlatives. When that doesn't appear to be happening, she continues her handiwork - removing her mount's saddlebags...

Somewhat belatedly, Jamilee realizes Nura was actually talking to her. A momentary frown crosses her face; then it's back to her usual sneer-grin as she turns towards the other elf. If she's at all bothered by her social gaffe beyond that moment, it doesn't show. "Ah. I did, yes. The...

Jamilee sounds off with a loud and raspy "Present!" when her name is called out. She begins undoing her mount's saddlebags, casting a snarl-grin at the people already inside the wagon. "If you all do not mind keeping my saddlebags and shield company for a while, mh.. I won't mind pulling an...

Jamilee grins down at the scene from atop her own horse, still some distance away. Or sneers, it's hard to tell with the state her face is in. She especially notes the presence of the other two elves; brings her horse up near them, then smoothly descends from the saddle, and leads it the rest of...

Out of the blue, Joe scrapes his throat and gives the elf standing by the latest poster to be put up a long, hard look. About two beats later Jamilee notices there are more than a few eyes on her. She mutters to herself in Elven. "Oh, ashes.. caught." Then turns around, and gives the people...