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Kit hides her face in her hands, the shame at letting the rope escape her discoloring her face, ruminating darkly on all the times she skipped physical education to go to physiker education.

"Hell and damnation curse me for being another foppish academic. Get your head in the game Caine"
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Kit stares wide-eyed at the collected detritus of vessels past, wondering at what secrets they might hold... Then see's the mold and her mind is immediately elsewhere.

"Let me take a look at that Irth " while attempting to remove the mold Kit also tries to collect some in a clean, empty vial for later analysis

survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

" How about 'A little Flair'?" Smacking her lips as she enjoys the surprising taste of the concoction. An excellent brew Master Goblin and pleasing to make your acquaintance. I believe this is an auspicious start to my travels. She looks around, from the motley assortment of patrons in the room to the menagerie of bottles and containers behind the bar, and finally back the the energetic bartender. I came down here looking to clear my head and hopefully find some inspiration, well I can tell you I think inspiration will be in no short supply with company like this. She clanks her drink against the bartenders tankard and proceeds to finish it in one attempt.

With a satisfied sigh she places the empty vessel on the bartop. I don't suppose there's work around here? Word going around is that folks are always popping in with something needs doing."

B-E-A-Utiful :)

Edit: Thanks for the heads up, I found the setting and enabled PMs.

A grinning vesk mercenary bursts into the bar, having finally made his way back from a long sleep in the scoured stars.

"Yes big greetings! I am told this is where we blow things up for science. This is a noble pursuit, and I wish to make joining with you!"