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![]() Andrea signs back to El. Language: Sign:
There must some bond there, but I don’t know how strong, or to what extent. I prefer friends that can communicate better. I have rope as well... but I’m a terrible climber. To everyone, in common. “The stairs are a no go. There was a collapse a little ways up, so we will need to take the chute or the stovepipe. I’m leaning towards the chute, and I feel a lot better with my weapons.” *Taps her short spear lightly against her buckler* ![]()
![]() Andrea signs back to Ellery. language: Sign:
I have no idea. My memory seems very foggy right now. I still have the keys from the cells, in case we encounter more locked doors. Are there any windows that we can see, or any natural light? In common: “We should get out of here. Maybe we will find some clues about how we got here.” ![]()
![]() Andrea wants to touch the doctor to use lorekeeper “That is an impressive trick... I don’t think I’ve encountered anyone quite like you before. I have a relentless thirst for knowledge. If you’d allow me the pleasure and honor of touching your hand, I would greatly appreciate it. Seems like you intend to kill me anyway, and I’m unarmed and at your mercy. Would you do my this honor so I can learn a bit about you... if these are to be my final days?” Andrea extends her hand just outside her cell door in a non-threatening manner. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 ![]()
![]() Andrea is an average height half elf with blond hair and piercing eyes. She appears strong, but feminine. She seems oddly calm, despite her current situation. Andrea looks around her cell, then around the rest of the room. She leans against the cell door with her arms on the support that runs horizontally halfway up. She sees Ellery’s signing, and silently nods, then signs back, “I’ll try.”. To the doctor, she says, “If you’re torturing him for information, you’re doing it wrong. If you’re doing it for fun, I can keep him alive longer.” [intending to use diplomacy here.] |