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Chance has left the building.

Not sure if Chance is in the Stink area, but don’t see why she wouldn’t be so will roll it.

Fort DC 15?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Reflex DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

The horse is prepared and prances out of the way of at least some of the falling building.

The mare stomps her foot as a warning to Kenta, who obviously is trying to talk instead of fight. She snorts derisively. Or at least it sounds that way.

Chance seems moderately excited, stomping her foot in anticipation. Maybe she is just happy the doorway looks big enough for her?

Chance didn't see any apples, but she did see some a$!~@##s! She glowers at the nearest punks as they attack her new friends. Technically they didn't attack Kenta, so she doesn't NEED to act, but better to get into position in case it becomes necessary to save his furry butt again.

The way smarter than an average horse trots up to the door and looks to Kenta for alternate guidance.

Chance rolls her eyes as her owner wanders off without even an apple to keep her company.

She moves to look inside, perhaps he left an apple in the doorway?

Chance is quite happy to see her friend as the dawn breaks. She doesn't know why he kept checking on her, she doesn't need as much sleep as him and has been alone most of her life so one night isn't a big deal.

These new foxes are interesting. She's gotten sniffs of them before. The boozy one especially. The dog looks pretty nice too and apparently it can talk? She never even thought about speaking before, but recently her thoughts have been growing more and more.

She gives a friendly whinny as Kenta brushes the spot behind her ears really well. Giving a bit of a shake and whipping her tail around joyfully, she is happy to get out of the rotten stables. It barely kept the mist off her last night, would have probably been better under a tree.

She dozes off a bit while waiting for his crew to get food and moving. If only they would invest in some sort of bag that could be strung over their head to eat while walking, they would save so much time. She lets Kenta 'pretend' to help her on the boat, knowing that her balance is about five times better than his. Holding still for the ride her tail playfully swooshes, tempting the pup to chase.

Chance stands near the hitching post, giving the illusion of being tied up. She carefully watches the door Kenta disappeared into, wondering if she would be able to fit through it or if her hooves would be needed to make an entrance.