Startled by the sudden sliding and appearance of the big tooth and claw killer, Esmeralda is quite happy to follow her mistress' order without a second thought, hopping down the slope with great ease and licking the old woman's face.
Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
It is super wierd that goats have to roll for climb on slopes and have such a low bonus Oo
It doesn't take long for the goat to find interest in the new arrival. Gunpowder and whatnot is not sniffed often, and together with the strange stuff on the gnome, Esmeralda foresees a lot of explosions in her near future.
The dwarven boots might be tasty, though!
If the facial expressions of a goat could be read so easily, one might see her almost licking her lips as she approaches Grax.
Having been so impolitely rebuffed be the tall woman, Esmeralda chooses to sniff the gnome thouroughly in her stead. Very strange odors were stuck to him, and while she didn't seem to find them tasty as she did the sturdy leather of Ms Roosevelt's boots, she appears very curious and almost runs him over.