industrygothica
Adventurer
"Please, please! There's no need for that!" Mortimer pleas. He nervously shoos a bug from his face as he turns to the half-ogre. "Gronde! Will you put that thing up!"
"Clara?" Gronde questions. "But she's scared is all. She won't hurt anybody." As if almost on que, the wind kicks up, and a rustling in the grass gets Clara fluttering again. Gronde manages to hang on to her, but only barely.
Standing between you and his overgrown companion, Mortimer stands by cautiously, the nasty bug still buzzing around his dirty face.
[sblock=Perception=15]Where are all these bugs coming from anyway?[/sblock]
"Clara?" Gronde questions. "But she's scared is all. She won't hurt anybody." As if almost on que, the wind kicks up, and a rustling in the grass gets Clara fluttering again. Gronde manages to hang on to her, but only barely.
Standing between you and his overgrown companion, Mortimer stands by cautiously, the nasty bug still buzzing around his dirty face.
[sblock=Perception=15]Where are all these bugs coming from anyway?[/sblock]