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initiative, fiery hearts: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 4 = 16

Roll initiative, puny softskins!

"This firecraft will make us lords of Igniscoeli! You never gave us anything half so sweet!" The snarling reptilian faces look utterly alien now, with glassed eyes holding awful, burning pinpoints of red light. Sharp teeth open wide in a hungry smile. "Flame-kissed human skin for dinner, and then give your brain to the robes-and-glasses, in gratitude for our firecraft."

The salamanders watch avidly, with lantern-eyes of yellow and green.

The salamanders slither (quicker than one would think possible) over to the wounded owlbear as it collapses to its knees to catch its breath. The snakes give the beast no such chance, and instead clamp down on its arms and legs with their teeth, while wrapping their bodies around neck and torso.

The owlbear, already mostly dead, stands no chance against the sharp (but mundane) teeth of the snakes.

"We have heard your puling complaints. Share this stinking bird with us, if you wish. It should cook nicely over a spit."

Abnaki turns his head suddenly to face Gabriel and Samen, almost as if he heard their conversation. But he was too far away, and the smile on his face is nothing but genuine.

"Your Salamander friends need to learn some manners I think. I know you've always said an elemental can't change their nature, but we learned from Abby that they can be swayed into suppressing it. Do you want me to have a little chat with them, or would you prefer to do it?"

I should have done this first, but this is a reply to earlier stuff. We will pick it up after combat.

Yellow-eyed Kessh-Amon hardly notices the other members of the party, except to bellow and complain.

Ssuh-Luhss, on the other tail, watches everyone. Both green-eyed heads watch. Abnaki is never far from their sight. Whether this is fascination or caution is anyone's guess.

salamanders go last in initiative (1)

Some ways ahead, Kessh-Amon roars in savage triumph, dominating a deer into dashing its own head upon a rocky outcropping. The salamander's two heads can barely share amongst themselves, and the carcass is stripped to bones before Ssuh-Luhss or any other can even approach.

"Fire and meat and blood. We cherish thiss plane."

Kessh-Amon looks interested in the heat issuing from the teakettle, but says nothing. It watches with unblinking eyes of lurid lantern yellow.

The foolish mushroom servant practically gives away plentiful sips of healing! We dominate a herd of nasty obsidian elementals too close to these lands, and send them traveling to forest lands with no elens instead. Mushroom says the weak oreads cannot eat these sharp things. Ha!

Mushroom servant gives us sips and sips of white magic healing, knowing nothing of negotiations or cunning. Ha!

Kessh-Amon does little for the remainder of the day. Gorges on meat, inquires about sleeping arrangments, and praises/flatters Samen for his powerful magic.

Kessh-Amon and Ssuh-Luhss curl up for the night near the entrance to your sleeping quarters. They set about making a campfire, and surrounding it with rocks so it does not spread. Ssuh-Luhss whispers strange hissing syllables as they do so, prayers or spells, perhaps. Without a word of good dim or sleep well, the salamders twine about themselves in a strange defensive knot, with the fire at their center. They seem far too close to the flames for comfort, but a salamander's comfort is not an elen's.

They sigh loudly as they lay down, and fall into a limp sleep almost instantly. Their reptilian snores fill the night air. Despite their apparent relaxation, however, Kessh-Amon and Ssuh-Luhss each have one eye on one head open, staring, keeping watch as the rest of themselves sleep.

Kessh-Amon actually tries to rear up and catch the bolt of sun in its jaws, despite it being out of reach almost immediately. Their mouths open wide in that reptilian show of hunger and envy.

The snakes stay well away from the crowd, but both of the salamanders are slowly swaying to the music, tongues numb from wine.

"Ah. Well, that which you cannot cure, you can drown in wine. An ifrit ssaying, we think. Ha!" Mollified for the moment, the large salamander follows the rest of the group toward the feast, with Ssuh-Luhss several paces behind, always cautious, always with one head look over its shoulder.

"Will there be...healing potions and wine?"

"We are here as well, shadowy one," a low voice hisses from Gabe's shoulder. Unlike the hulking Kessh-Amon, the dark-colored Ssuh-Luhss keeps low to the ground, surprising you with its sudden appearance. "Do not worry. We do not cause trouble. We are good guests. Correct, Kessh-Amon?"

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Kessh-Amon violently retches at that last statement; you are unsure how that translates in salamander body language. Grunting in reptilian frustration, it focuses again on the healer. Using the mouth of its right head as a hand, it reaches into a skin pouch and draws out a nugget of gold, seized between its jaws. It spits the fist-sized chunk of gold upon a table full of scalpels and bandages, and says triumphantly, "There is a gold-piece! Ahhh...PLEASE give me healing potions. I will cause no...trouble."

It lowers itself back to the ground as it speaks, trying to appear less aggressive.

Kessh-Amon enters the healing room more fully, its long necks arcing toward the ceiling in avaricious undulations. It completely ignores Gabriel, turning both gazes toward Wichahpi. "Tell me, are you master here? What metal pieces are needed to sell these to me?"

Wichahpi manages to stand with relative calm before the abrupt appearance of a hungry-looking snake monster. "Is this...Catchy Mon thing a part of your group?" This is directed at Gabriel.

Gabriel, you find your moment of rest interrupted by the loud, yellow-eyed salamander. "Do I smell sweet healing syrups? Are there some for sale? For ssale?"

As the brutish, two-headed snake creature slithers into the doorway and the shop, its body language shifts from servile to covetous, and back again. Both of its tongues lash the air, enjoying the scent of the healer's shop.