A warm blush came to Nym's face as Darvin spoke to her, making her look rather like a painted doll as her skin was still quite pale after taking the Belladonna. She nodded and smiled. A party? I wonder if I can find a dress. When Darvin winked at her, her smile grew even wider and she looked at her feet. The pebbles around her feet began to float slightly, as she absentmindedly straightened her sleeves. Unintentional Prestidigitation.
Suddenly she heard one of the newcomers yell And then it's back to the surface for a pint and a whore! which caused all the pebbles to fall with loud clacks and Nym to look up confused at this strange loud human. I really never will understand that race... She thought, the blush leaving her face as her brow knotted in something between confusion and annoyance at being distracted.
She looked around, realizing the net-wielding, yet unintroduced halfling had disappeared with some henchmen while Beranhond had seen to her foot. Where'd Mr. Halfling go?
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