Mar 16, 2019 7:59 am
Atrix takes a moment to harvest some of the snake's flesh, he had no interest in the poison. He had heard that snake was not really very good, apparently, it was tough, bland and full of small bones but who knew perhaps this snake would be different. His mind wandered to his dreams of a farm momentarily before snapping back to reality and chiding himself. Daydreaming in the middle of a dragon's lair was the height of stupidity. His mind back on the task in front of him, he made his way into the dark, pausing slightly to touch Valinar and Trev on their waist in thanks. Atrix had no desire to make more noise than was strictly necessary but one brush with death this evening was enough for him.
OOC:
Going to head up the path, towards what I assume is 12.Rolls
Stealth - (1d20+7)
(5) + 7 = 12
Perception - (1d20+3)
(10) + 3 = 13