Cheerful Sam | Grepha
Half-Dragon Warlock/Bard | Imp Warlock
AC: 12 HP: 16/48 | AC: 13 HP: 17/17
PP: 10|13 PIv: 15|12 PIs: 11|13
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Turning up her beak, Grepha makes an exasperated sound. "Must you say such things, Vala? Now we are all but certain to venture into the sewers, because you've tempted fate."

Chuckling at the two of them, and glad they're back to their more playful barbs rather than the glares and snippy comments at each other, Sam follows Seniyad's look north. "He has a point. I'd hate to see something like this ruined by greed," he agrees, looking up at the vast boughs of the tree. "... But it would be good to remember the last threat to her didn't come from outside, hm? It came from a druid."

Taking up his bag, Sam nods to his sisters. "Bout time we got moving then, hey? Can't let Senna's boyfriend have all the fun up at the Gate."