"Sorry guys," Syl apologized to the group, standing from his hourlong commune with Waltor. For those watching, the scorpion and the witch seemed to be communicating without speaking, and playing a strange game of almost like patty cake, with Syl tapping on the scorpions claws. A strange sight indeed for those unused to watching it. "Waltor's slow on the uptick sometime," he laughed, patting his familiar on the head as he prepared to move on.
He fell in line behind the group and followed them to see what was quite a disgusting kitchen style room. "Please, let's get out of this place. The smell is killing me."
Mini Stats: [sblock] Human Witch 4
Initiative: +6 Perception: +2
AC: 13 (13 touch; 11 flat-footed)
HP: 34 Current: 34
CMB: +1 CMD: 12 Fort: +3 Ref: +3 Will: +4
Spells Remaining: 1st 3/4, 2nd 2/3
Hexes Remaining: All
In Hand: Nothing[/sblock]
He fell in line behind the group and followed them to see what was quite a disgusting kitchen style room. "Please, let's get out of this place. The smell is killing me."
Mini Stats: [sblock] Human Witch 4
Initiative: +6 Perception: +2
AC: 13 (13 touch; 11 flat-footed)
HP: 34 Current: 34
CMB: +1 CMD: 12 Fort: +3 Ref: +3 Will: +4
Spells Remaining: 1st 3/4, 2nd 2/3
Hexes Remaining: All
In Hand: Nothing[/sblock]