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Clover nods in appreciation of the esoteric displays.

"I would love to hear more about each of these pieces. Some of them remind me of my time spent in Magaambya," she says. "As my friend has stated, however, our cerebral enhancement must take a back seat to practicalities."

Academia Lore: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

"Not particularly," Clover replies with a smile. Pulling the sleeve of her tunic back, she displays traces of glowing cyan that run from the palm, up her forearm, and disappear beneath the sleeve. Covering her arm back up, she noticeably looks over the displayed art.

"I'm happy with what I have, thank you. I do respect someone with a light and precise touch, though. Are you, perchance, the same Arhan that did the sunset on the back of Salmas, the sage?"

Society: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31

"This is most interesting," Clover muses as she examines the chalk on the floor. "So, was she following our path or directing our path? This ties to the greater question of fate versus free will, but I don't think that's a subject for debate at the moment. Perhaps some other time."

Society vs DC 28: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
Gah.

Noting the tattoo of The Vision on the woman's arm, she looks around at the others. "Any chance that anyone might recognize the tattoo artist? We should also check the office."

"He should have left when he had the chance," Clover says with a shrug before turning to the bone devil. "Now would you like to consider your options? No? Very well, then."

{A}{A} Searing Light {5}: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
Searing Light Damage - fire / good: 9d6 + 9d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6, 4, 5, 1, 2, 1, 5) + (4, 3, 6, 6, 1, 5, 5, 5, 4) = 67

Her brows furrowing in frustration, Clover repeats her gestures, taking better aim this time and attempts another blast of burning light.

{A}{A} Searing Light {6}: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40
Searing Light Damage - fire / good: 11d6 + 11d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 3, 5, 1, 2, 6, 4, 2, 2, 2) + (3, 3, 1, 3, 5, 2, 5, 3, 4, 6, 1) = 71

"Since you've chosen to stay, then revel with us in the holy light of the sun," Clover declares, spreading her palms towards the rust devil. A blast of blinding light focuses on the creature.

{A}{A} Searing Light {6}: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
Searing Light Damage - fire / good: 11d6 + 11d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 5, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 4, 2) + (2, 1, 3, 2, 3, 4, 2, 4, 6, 2, 3) = 58

"... boring conversation anyway ..." Clover mutters to herself before proceeding with her spell.

banishment on the rust demon - DC 30 will save to resist the effect.

Caster check VS SR: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Will Save vs DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34

The android laughs.

"Why should we answer your questions, fiend? You don't even belong here," she says with a slight smirk. Glancing at Aicard, she shrugs her shoulders. "Any answers we get from it would come with a cost and I would be hesitant to trust them. Should I send it back?"

She raises her hands to cast a spell.

banishment or no?

Clover's smile widens at the sight of the dwarf and the human woman.

"Hello, Targrish. Hello, Vashta," she says with a nod towards each of them.

The android's choice of clothes hasn't changed since they last saw her. Plain, but well-made garments that conceal her form, leaving the observer trying to determine if this is a man or a woman, human, elf, or something else entirely.

Her golden eyes display her pleasure as she pulls back her hood to reveal that something has changed, at least. Where her hair previously had been light brown and kept shorn close to her scalp, it's now shoulder-length and a striking cyan. The color is matched on her lips which smile towards the tiefling that approaches - another friend that's been missed.

Surmising the circumstances that brought them all here at the same time, Clover holds up a Harrow card - The Empty Throne.

"I would conjecture that each of you have something similar?" she offers.