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Tot's hand squeezes Ari's hand a little more than is comfortable as Shalelu lays out what she wants them to do and the sheriff follows up with details on The Chopper, but she lets off when she notices that Ari is wincing. At Izzy's suggestion, the tiefling finds herself bemused. "If that is all, Father Vosk, Sheriff Hemlock, and Lady Andosana, may I return to the Rusty Dragon? Miss Ameiko hired me to help her cook, and I've been away too long already," she says before she can stop that last part from slipping out. She blushes a little at her slip up, but only a little. It was the truth after all, and that seemed to matter to the people in Varisia far more than it ever did in Nidal or Cheliax.
Tot grimaces as her arms tingle. She'd forgotten why she favors bladed weapons over blunt instruments of war. The shock is gods-awful! It doesn't help that the goblin's skull seems especially thick nor does it being only one of a few whose brains now cling to the cast iron. Now that she has time to think, and has gotten over being startled by the first one that leapt at her from under a table, she draws her sword and nods grimly as Ameiko rallies her and some others to help defend the town. Damned goblins. The attack started just when she was getting a chance to show off her cooking skills for Ameiko. If she hadn't been predisposed to loath the green buggers before this mess started, she is certain that she would have after this. As it is, any goblin unfortunate enough to cross her path is not going to die painlessly. Tot, formerly known as Thirteen of the Unseen Servants of Thrune, knows very well how to make someone die screaming.
Tot slumps against Erridon as Garen starts talking about hunting the grave robbers down. She hopes that isn't what they are expected to do. She's been away from the kitchen in the Rusty Dragon longer than she'd expected already. She's not dressed for a hunt, nor does she particularly want to go on one. She knows the goblins and the grave robbers are a problem, but wasn't this a responsibility for the guards? She just wants to get back to her job before she gets in trouble with Ameiko or worse, Bethana. It's only been a few days, but Tot's learned to fear the look the older halfling can give when something isn't right.
Tot's tail wraps around her leg as she hears Erridon's answer. A part of her had hoped she was wrong. She wants to live here for a while at least. She wants to get to know Ari better, a desire that causes her cheeks to color slightly. She wants to get to know Ameiko and find out why the inn keeper is willing to employ her when before she'd mostly been treated with suspicion. She wants to make friends, to have people she can trust in her life, even though she knows that trust is not something she extends to others easily. She looks at Erridon and realizes that it is getting a little easier with some people. "Wh-what do you want us to do," she asks after a moment.
Tot moves closer to Erridon as a thought comes to her. Ostensibly, she'd been in Nidal to help hunt demonic cultists and monsters. Ever since that night she'd witnessed the slaughter of the Sarenrites, she'd wondered if there was any truth in that reason, and a couple of years ago she'd decided that there wasn't. But what if there are cultists here? From what she has seen, the governments of Varisia are not so tight-fisted as those of Cheliax and Nidal. The lands here are more wild, and she has seen some strange things in her travels. The thought blows like a cold wind, snuffing out the last vestiges of the warm feelings she was enjoying until just a few moments ago. "Wh-wh-what about e-enemies of Desna o-or th-the oth-ther gods worshipped here," she asks.
Tot squeezes Erridon's hand as Naffer Vosk tells them about the grave-robbing. She has a feeling that both the grave keeper and Shalelu are right. The corpses were taken for some ritual and someone is pulling the goblin's strings. "D-did F-father T-T-Tobyn have any e-enemies," she asks quietly.
"I didn't know writers did that," Tot admits when Erridon tells her about pen names. She's learned a good bit in the past two years, but there are still many things she doesn't know, and the list seems to get ever longer. "Maybe we should let Izzy come up with the names, though." Tot's voice trails off as Erridon leans in and whispers in her ear. Her cheeks burn bright red as once again Erridon compliments her freckles. She has always be self-conscious about them and how they make her look like a little girl, especially since her small stature only adds to that perception. Now, though, she's starting to feel--well, she's not sure what she feels. Happiness? Appreciation? The truth is, she has never felt like she does now. "B-best not do that then," she mutters. "I would hate spending a night in the gaol." The twinkle in her eyes and the small smile she gives Erridon let him know she is joking.
Tot looks at Erridon and blinks in surprise before smiling as she stifles a giggle. "A-ari, how can one be famous and anonymous? Does not one defeat the other," she asks.
"I tried to warn you. Folks saw you doing good deeds and fighting bravely, bound to get out. But you're welcome? Maybe in the future you'll let me beat the other minstrels to song making about you if it's gonna happen anyway?" "You did, and I'm sorry," Tot says. "Though I don't really want to do anything that draws attention like that."
Still feeling embarrassed about panicking and running off, Tot tries to hide behind Erridon as much as she can without letting go of his hand. When she sees Isidiana, she remembers asking the gnomish bard to keep her out of any stories or songs she told about what happened, for all the good it did. When she and Erridon get close to Izzy, Tot reaches out and gentle taps the gnome's shoulder with her free hand. "Um, th-thanks for not mentioning me in your song," the tiefling says. "E-e-even if it seems like that was in vain."
By the time Erridon asks her if they should jog, Tot's too flustered to talk. She just nods and lets Erridon set the pace. Is--Is this what it's like to have friends, she asks herself. He thinks I'm cute, and--and I have no idea what to do! Her thoughts whirl as she jogs along behind Erridon and holding his hand.
A shadow passes over Tot's expression as Erridon tries to reassure her. "I-it's not you nor the others I fear," she mumbles. Despite the darkening of her mood, she clings close to Erridon. Something about his presence seems to put her at ease, despite all of the questions he asks. She sighs, trying to stop her spiraling thoughts before they can start again. "Still, it does mean a lot to me that you care about how I feel," Tot says more clearly. Her mood brightens as she looks up and gives Erridon a small smile of her own. "You're the first one to call me even kinda cute."
"Bleh, no! They stink something awful when they die. I had to burn a set of clothes because of how bad the smell was and no amount of washing got rid of the stench," Tot says just before Erridon stumbles. After they both recover their footing, and Erridon asks if he's rushing her, Tot shakes her head. "I'm fine. I'm used to having to keep up with people with longer legs than I have," she says. "I'm sorry for running off like that. I just--I just panicked," she admits, her cheeks burning duller with shame.
Tot keeps up with Erridon's longer-legged stride. The others can see she's been crying, but now a smile spreads across her face as she giggles. "Goblins are quite clever in some areas, but stupefyingly dimwitted in others. Hiding in a crypt would make perfect sense to them," she says.
Tot nods and takes Erridon's hand when he offers it to help her to her feet. She returns his smile with a shy one of her own as she holds his hand and doesn't let go as they walk back together.
Tot blushes as he touches her hand. Her heart beats a little faster as notices how warm his fingers feel. The tiefling finds it a little harder to focus on what Erridon is saying, and it takes her a moment to realize his tale is finished. "I--I wasn't upset because you mentioned Sarenrae. I don't know much about the gods. I--I was upset because of the events that hearing her name reminded me of." She hesitates a moment before uncurling and turning to face Erridon and timidly taking his hand in hers. "I--I w-would like to meet your mother. She sounds like a nice lady."
Though he can't see it, Tot nods when Erridon asks if he can sit next to her. The petite tiefling sits curled up in a ball, her knees pulled into her chest and her head laying on her arms. There's a look of shame and melancholy on her face as she listens to the young, inquisitive man. "I--I'm afraid of heights," she says before letting out a wry chuckle. "Even just being up on that horse was terrifying when I looked down to get off. As for the goblins, I've more than enough reason to hate the loathsome wretches and want them dead." She looks up and gives Erridon a shy smile. "You're a very kind man, Ari, and I wouldn't feel right after you came after me to apologize if I didn't give something in return for learning something about you."
Tot goes silent, save for a sniffle every now and then, as Erridon talks. She recognizes the pleading in his voice, the same kind of loneliness that had led to her wanting to find someplace to settle down and make her home. A long moment passes as she tries to think through what she should do, but her mind keeps going in a thousand different directions, like a kitten skittering around on ice. She pokes her head out, eyes red from crying and still bright with tears. She can't bring herself to face Erridon, both from embarrassment and shame that she'd made him worry. "I-It--It wasn't a stupid question," she says. "Y-you c-c-couldn't know. I-I-I-I j-just h-h-hoped that n-no one w-w-would ask." Her head disappears as she slumps back behind the barrel. The question about trust comes back to her mind. She wants Erridon to trust her, but the thought of telling him even some of what she's been through has her frightened. "I'm not smart, nor brave," she tells Erridon after taking a steadying breath. "I'm a coward. I'm a coward who runs away whenever I can, and if I was smart, I would have learned to be a better liar. I--I don't even try anymore. Everyone can see right through me."
Tot freezes as Erridon asks her where she learned to fight. That was the exact question which she had hoped would never be asked of her. She trembles as she pales and grabs her arms. Her tail holds still as she takes a step back, then another. She shakes her head before running down a nearby alley without a word. Despite her small stature, she is a swift runner and is rounding another bend as she puts as much distance as she can between herself and the others.
Perception DC 14: Tot is curled up behind some rain barrels at the back of one of the houses in Sandpoint. She sobs quietly as she trembles and mutters to herself. Though some of the words are muddled into incomprehensible mush, it becomes clear that she thinks she needs to leave Sandpoint lest someone finds her but doesn't want to leave when she finally feels like she's found a place she can stay as one listens.
Another thing Erridon notices is that when Tot looks down to get off, her eyes swiftly go to looking at the ceiling. It takes her a moment to work up the courage to climb down. The young tiefling jumps when she feels Erridon's touch at her elbow. After turning to face Erridon as he and then Zorlen encourage her to come with them, she looks down and nods. It appears that her attempts to go unnoticed were in vain. "A-alright. I'll go," she says softly.
Tot tries to get her horse put up and slip back to the tavern without being noticed. Surely the others are the ones that the sheriff wishes to see, not some tiefling who only barely helped at all.
Whenever Tot gets back to the Rusty Dragon: Sore from the ride and mentally fatigued from being in a large group of people, Tot lets out a profound sigh of relief as she finally gets back to the place that has become her sanctuary, the Dragon's kitchen. After a moment to compose herself, she finds employer. "A-ameiko," she calls out when she finds the tavern and innkeeper. "I--I wanted to ask, why did you insist on me going with Lord Foxglove?"
Oh, there's bound to be more. I'm sure it will be fun! I know I'm looking forward to seeing what happens.
Gah! Wires crossed again! I meant AGM Lemming. Sorry about that.
Sorry for the navel gazing, kinda easy to fall into with Tot. Part of it is trying to get into her head and another part of it is setting up something that I'd like to do when we get back to the Dragon, and having a conversation with Ameiko. Canonically, Ameiko's almost a decade younger than Tot (if we assume that RotRL's takes place in 4707 AR, then she's 18 at the start of the AP. Tot's 27,) but in many ways Tot's growth has been stunted by basically being trained as a soldier since she was 10, well, even before that since she didn't exactly come from a loving home. She's been out in the wild, so to speak, long enough that she's recognized this, but that still isn't going to be something that Tot overcomes overnight. Hope this helps explain where I'm coming from. I think as we move through the AP, especially this first chapter, Tot will settle down and become less introspective as she realizes what she wants and what she has to do to get it. That said, I'm loving the interaction between Ari and Tot and if Pancakes is alright with it, I think a romance between the two of them would be sweet and adorkable.
Tot laughs when Erridon snaps his mouth closed and glances at her. "No, I guess it doesn't change how we think and feel," she says her expression turning more thoughtful as she considers what that means for her. She realizes she's wool-gathering in time to hear the talkative young man talking about Kaer Maga, but before she can reply Aldern begins his little speech about how long his family has been in the area and the tale that so disquiets her. When Erridon finishes his thoughts on the Wisher's Well and mentions how beautiful the scenery is, Tot looks up and out at what's around her. She'd seen many stunning vistas since setting out on her own two years ago. From the blasted Stroval Plateau to the mountains that rimmed the land of Varisa to the various ruins and monuments left by long dead civilizations, she has many sights that she's immortalized in her journal, but something about the simple, pastoral scene before her, of quiet farms and rolling hills, calls to her. She feels at peace, despite all of her worries. For the moment at least, she can imagine what it's like to live in a slow, quiet town where the biggest worries are small, mundane things, like what chores need to be done and when the harvest should start. A quiet life, that was why she'd come, wasn't it? To find a place to call home? Tot looks at Erridon and wonders if there might be something more that she wants. Maybe, but he's got his eyes on the world beyond Sandpoint and its hinterlands. He's like a hawk looking to take flight and find its own nest. Besides, If he ever finds out the truth about who I am or what I've been a part of, I doubt he'd ever want to speak to me again. That last thought wipes the smile from her face as her eyes look at the back of her horse's neck. That was the crux of the problem she'd have in any relationship, she realizes. Her blood is obviously tainted by a fiend's malign influence, and she can never let anyone past her walls to get to know who she really is. Even if they don't recoil in horror, she doesn't know if they could ever see her in the same way. It has only been two days since she came here, yet it terrifies her that she could lose what she's already built up, meager as it is. She can't maintain a lie, she's no good at lying in the first place, but neither can she tell anyone the truth, can she? How would Ameiko react if she knew everything? I'm tired of being alone, though. I want someplace to call home. I need people I can trust, but don't they have to trust me as well? The questions keep roiling in her mind as she waits for Aldern to finish his ride around the countryside.
Sense Motive DC 18:
Anyone looking over at Tot as Aldern tells his tale sees her pale and her hands tighten on the reins. It's clear she isn't enjoying the story, perhaps is even scared by it somewhat.
Tot's horse nickers and shifts side to side as Aldern spins his yarn, but not enough to make life harder on even an inexperienced rider such as Tot. Still, the nobleman's tale of murder and sacrifice is too close to her own experience for Tot's mind not to bring up memories from the night she deserted the Unseen Servants of House Thrune. She could all too well imagine what it was like for those whose lives were being cut short.
Tot chuckles as Erridon lets his exuberance get the better of himself. As he talks, she feels that she couldn't really have found a better place to settle down and start over, not that she is that old given that even her great-grandmother barely looked middle-aged when she saw the great dame fifteen years ago. Tot herself only looks in her mid to late teens at most to human eyes, even though she's closer to thirty than she is to twenty. Her smile disappears when Erridon mentions Sarenrae. She remembers a night in the woods outside of Pangolias, the screams and bloodshed as worshipers of the Dawnflower were mercilessly cut down or ripped apart. She looks away, but Erridon can see the shame in her expression before she can regain her composure. It's almost a relief when he moves on to asking her questions and talking about how he knew of places beyond Sandpoint. She shakes her head when he apologizes for asking if she is a tiefling. "Th-there's no need to apologize. I've been called much worse," she says with a wry chuckle. "I am one, though probably of a different bent from Zorlen," she gestures at her ash-pale skin and lack of horns. "And I've been to Kaer Maga a couple of times. It's an amazing city, unlike just about anywhere else I've ever been or heard of. I hardly believed my own eyes when I saw how huge the old structure it is in was. There's a whole lot of stories about what it was too, before becoming Kaer Maga, anyway."
As Erridon explains more about why he thinks he'll be invisible, Tot feels guilty. She hadn't meant to make him feel self-conscious about talking too much or asking too many questions. In fact, she is rather flattered he found anything about her cute. "Um--A-Ari? I--I don't mind hearing you talk," she says, trying not to stutter too much. "Y-you're the first person who's ever said anything about me was even kind of cute," she admits as her blush deepens. "C-could you tell me more about Sandpoint a-and the people? S-so far I've only gotten a chance to know Ameiko and Bethana, and I don't even really know that much about them. I-if you want, I-I-I could tell you about some of the things I've seen while traveling Varisia. W-w-would that be fair?" She looks up after asking her question, though it's clear she's nervous or even scared. Still, she's brave enough to at least look Erridon in the face as she waits for his answer.
Tot shakes her head when Erridon brushes off her apology, but can't get a word in before he continues on. She turns to ask the young man who she should worry about, only to stare in shock as he says he finds her freckles cute. For once, her tail is still as she tries to work her way through the shock, but can't before he turns back. She closes her mouth with a click and turns to star at the back of her horse's neck as her cheeks turn crimson. "I-If you go a-a-a-around complimenting ever girl like that, I-I-I don't th-think you'll have to w-worry about being invisible," she says.
"Hey. Sorry to intrude, but I've noticed that you don't want to discuss much about your life. No problem, it's your life and you should be able to keep it private. I think he wants to know things like where you learned to fight and such. Anything you want to keep private, either don't answer directly, or give a little fib. He's mentioned Magnimar so I wouldn't use that, but pick some other city that you know a little about. No specific details so you don't accidentally use a name he might have heard of. I know lying is wrong, but it keeps your life private and gives him what he wants...." "I'd feel better if he weren't interested in me at all," Tot grumbles acidly. She shakes her head. Ari has been nothing but kind to her, and he didn't deserve getting caught up in her growing dislike of one Aldern Foxglove. "I-I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's--It's just that I'm not good at lying, and where I learned how to fight is the last thing I want to discuss with anyone. Besides, Garen or Grod," she nods to the two warriors, "would be better at teaching him how to be a hero. I'd rather stay where no one can see me."
"Oh." Tot's voice was very quiet after Aldern rejected her offer. After hearing what he really wanted, she decided she would much rather be facing down a boar, unarmed and buck-naked. Where she came from was something she wishes she could leave far, far behind her. The more she sees of Aldern, however, the more she can guess. She'd seen the same type of arrogance and rudeness from the Chelish far too often to mistake it. She keeps to the back of the group, wondering how long this ride will be and if she could turn around and sneak back to the Dragon's kitchen without anyone noticing.
Tot nods as her tail, unable to wrap around her leg while seated in the saddle, fiddles with the end of the braid Ameiko and Bethana had put her hair up in. Despite her own words and Zorlen's suggest, the tiny tiefling looks as nervous as ever. I still don't want to risk ruining my only set of clothes going after a boar, but I don't have much coin to spare. Besides, how to I get that across without sounding vain or worse, vapid. It's not like these are even in that great of shape, but they're all I have.
Tot watches, and when Erridon hops off, she tries to do as he showed her.
Despite all of the ways she imagines things going wrong, she manages to get into the saddle without any difficult. She watches the others to try getting a feel for what she should be doing and settles on copying Garen's movements. Glancing over at Aldern, the young tiefling woman sees him still looking a little despondent and starts wondering if he was really looking forward to the boar hunt that much. They had us practice setting our spears against boar when we were training to fight giants. Hunting them can't be that much different. "M-My lord," she calls out to the nobleman in her soft voice, "I-I-If you still want to hunt the boar, I-I c-c-could t-teach you h-how. I-I'll need the right s-spear, though."
Hearing Erridon refer to her as a hero brings a sudden heat to Tot's cheeks and ears. No one had ever called her anything like that before, and she can't bring herself to tell him he is wrong. It bothers her more than she cares to admit to even herself that she can't say if her silence is born from a desire to not have to explain why she doesn't want any recognition or from a desire to not have the rather charming young man think less of her. She realizes she's just standing there, and her blush deepens, her cheeks and the tips of her pointed ears turning crimson. "I--um--I don't know h-how to r-ride a horse," she admits just before the black beauty behind her snorts, ruffling her hair, and headbutts her in the back to send her stumbling forward a few steps.
When Garen addresses her, Tot freezes and looks like a child trying to sneak off and shirk her chores. Seeing no way out, The petite tiefling's shoulders slump as she approaches her horse and wonders just what she's supposed to do after getting the saddle on.
Seeing that no one is apparently paying attention to her, Tot slowly begins shuffling away from the group in the likely vain hope that she can sneak back to the Dragon unnoticed.
Tot tries to slip back into the kitchen, but Ameiko and Bethana both turn her around and send her out the door as she fails to get a word out in protest. She tags along at the back of the group, feeling naked without anything more than a dagger hidden at the small of her back to arm herself with. The horse turns out to be a black mare with dark, brooding eyes. She snorted as Tot hesitantly tried to pet her muzzle as the tiefling had seen riders and drivers do. Thinking better of it, she turns her attention back to Aldern just in time to hear the noble say they are going on a hunt for an apparently legendary boar. The shock takes long enough to wear off that the others are already discussing what they would need. "A-a-a boar hunt?! Now?!" Surprise makes her voice louder than normal, and she shirks back as she feels everyone turn their attention on her. "L-lord Foxglove, I-I-I beg your pardon, b-b-but I-I am working for Miss Ameiko, a-a-and I d-don't h-have anything a-a-ap-propriate to wear f-for a hunt, or f-for a-anything else," she explains, and it's true. The ragged outfit she'd worn into town and during the raid had been consigned to the fire after Bethana had gotten a good look at the state of it. Her cloak had gone over Junker's Edge with a goblin holding onto the corners of it from what she's heard. Not than either the outfit or the cloak was any great loss. Both were only a step up from rags, anyway. What it did mean is that Tot is down to one set of clothes, and they weren't the kind you went traipsing around someplace called the Tickwood in. Her tail coils around her leg and holds tight as she tries not to give into her desire to flee the Goblin Squash Stables, at least not until Aldern Foxglove sees that she really can't go on a hunt. Surely a gentleman wouldn't force a young woman to potentially ruin her only set of clothes on a hunt, at least that is what Tot is hoping.
No worries. It gave me a chance to catch up. I think as long as things move along, we'll be alright.
Tot spends the next couple of days getting used to her new routine with helping Ameiko in the kitchen. While she's not as focused as she was during the lunch rush of the festival, she's far from bad and is quickly adapting to the unique challenges that working in a tavern's or inn's kitchen requires. She's far less adept at handling noblemen. After being called out from the kitchen, she stares goggle-eyed at the sack of coins then at Aldern when he mentions having gotten them horses. The tiefling cook is uncomfortably well aware of how youthful her freckled face appears as she feels her cheeks heating up from nerves and embarrassment. "Th-thank you, m-my lord," she stammers as she dearly wishes she could disappear and hide in the kitchen. At least she's been spared from having her achievements from the raid exaggerated or her name being attached to them, though she's not sure if being known as the mysterious stranger helps much. At least Miss Ameiko and Mrs. Bethana have no illusions over what I am like, she thinks, her blush deepening at the memory of that first day. They almost didn't believe how much trouble I have putting up my own hair. She'd thanked them profusely for their help after they saw her try putting her hair up with a simple tie, only to manage getting her fingers snarled in her fine, straight locks of ash-white.
Speaking of gold, how are we calculating how much Tot earns? Per day, per week? Based on how much she got for helping out, it's a number of silver equal to the roll. If that's the case, then for two days, that'd be 16 silver a day. Does that seem a bit much? Also, a bit of good news. My nana should be leaving the hospital and heading to the rehab center this afternoon.
There's a space in there. This one should work.
Looks like there's some auto breaking of URLs pasted into posts. Not sure if it's just in general or if it's on long ones.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, too!
"Thank you," Tot says without stuttering even once, her gratitude towards Izzy clear in her voice.
Tot shakes her head. Tieflings are uncommon enough that it wouldn't be too hard to figure out which tieflings were involved even if her name was never mentioned. She already stands out more than she wants to, and this would only make that worse. Two years have passed since she left Nidal and her old life behind, and she didn't think for a moment they'd give up looking for her if they thought she was alive. "P-please," she begs, a note of fear creeping into her voice despite her best efforts to keep her tone neutral, "d-d-don't p-put m-m-me in a song." She doesn't look at the others, and her shoulders tremble as she makes her plea.
"I-I-I d-don't n-need any s-songs a-about m-m-m-me," Tot stammers, hoping to convince Izzy to leave her out.
Tot starts to snicker at Izzy's claim of knowing all the curse words. If she could do it without drawing too much attention she'd like to see if that were true. Her good humor vanishes, though, when the gnomish bard starts talking about writing a song that included her in any capacity, much less as one of it's main subjects. "Y-y-y-you d-d-don't have to d-do th-that," the small tiefling protests.
"I-Is there something I missed about goblins and gnomes," Tot asks the others as Erridon and Izzy talk.
Tot's more than happy to be overlooked by the dandyish nobleman. She only hopes that whatever reward he has planned will be less exuberantly given than his thanks is. Exiting the alley, the tiefling woman finds herself grappling with the mood of the town after the raid. The rain doesn't help her spirits at all, and she wishes she hadn't left her cloak in the square. The cold wouldn't cause her harm, but that didn't mean she liked it. As she shivers, she rubs her arms to try and ward off the chill. Of more concern is how the townsfolk would see Zorlen and herself. She'd heard some talking about Zorlen as if he was the cause of the fire and the rest of the unpleasantness since then, but he, at least, can be seen as a prodigal son come home. Tot, on the other hand, has no such connection here. She is an outsider, and if Sandpoint's denizens decide that her coming was the cause of the raid, she will have to flee. A part of her wants to weep at that, especially after she had been so sure she'd found a place she could make her home. Ameiko's good cheer and congratulations at seeing all of them catches Tot off guard. It takes a long moment for it to sink in, even as Ameiko hands the small tiefling woman her coin back. They are heroes. She is a heroine, and while that is far better than being chased out of town by a lynch mob, Tot can't help but wonder about what complications being a hero of the town would bring her. A thousand questions begin to swirl in her mind, but the only one that manages to make it out seems rather banal. "D-does the room and board include a hot bath?"
Tot looks down at Izzy with a puzzled expression. "Who said it'd be alive after that?" While not directed at Izzy or anyone else still on their feet, there is a cold, iciness to Tot's voice that speaks of something deep and personal.
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