Jan 22, 2019 1:49 pm
Yillia looks around for some herbs. "Hmm, maybe in a more forested area..." She looks back. Better to treat the cause than the symptoms though. she says eyeing the backpack again.
She grins again at the girls perceived awe, flattered by the word adventurer. "Hmm, I suppose we are. Though I always thought about my travels as all part of a larger hunt yet to be revealed".
She shrugs slowly at the names, drawing a blank. "Perhaps my companions know these names, I know few adventurers but the ones I cross paths with and the extremely famous"
"Apologies, my name is Yillia. And yours?"
Before Yillia can get a response, the conversation is interrupted by the Dragonborn lifting Emerson in the air. Yillia instinctively reaches for one her swords, pulling it from its sheath enough that the blade is clearly visible. Ready to fight, She is frozen in assessment as the scene unfolds.
When the young girl is lowered, Yillia slowly reseats her weapon. She stares silent and unansweringly at the man, unsure whether to trust him.
As Emerson moves behind her, she releases some of the tension in her muscles, slightly comforted at the distance between them.
These are her own supplies. Who be you Dragonborn? she questions him tersely.
She grins again at the girls perceived awe, flattered by the word adventurer. "Hmm, I suppose we are. Though I always thought about my travels as all part of a larger hunt yet to be revealed".
She shrugs slowly at the names, drawing a blank. "Perhaps my companions know these names, I know few adventurers but the ones I cross paths with and the extremely famous"
"Apologies, my name is Yillia. And yours?"
Before Yillia can get a response, the conversation is interrupted by the Dragonborn lifting Emerson in the air. Yillia instinctively reaches for one her swords, pulling it from its sheath enough that the blade is clearly visible. Ready to fight, She is frozen in assessment as the scene unfolds.
When the young girl is lowered, Yillia slowly reseats her weapon. She stares silent and unansweringly at the man, unsure whether to trust him.
As Emerson moves behind her, she releases some of the tension in her muscles, slightly comforted at the distance between them.
These are her own supplies. Who be you Dragonborn? she questions him tersely.
Rolls
Perception (+2 if forest terrain) - (1d20+3)
(5) + 3 = 8