The Beasts, the Thieves, and the Wardrobe

[Marlowe]

Portia Octavia

"No decoration, yet golden curtains. Suspicious", snaps the fetishistic Cleric. "I've a mind to peek through the windows, but that would be an act unbecoming my perfect self. Also, no woodpile. Also strange.

If there's no answer to the rap, Devlin, I might be amenably to hunting some wolf. Else they'll keep us up the night long with their foolish howling and posturing. If I am to be kept up all night, I want it to be by something that bathes. And leaves in the morning. Don't you think I'd look good on wolfskin? I mean, under wolfskin. I mean, in wolfskin. Is it starting to snow?"

While she prattles, she moves slowly around the house, staying in sight of the party, but trying to more fully scope out its surroundings. And if she should accidentally catch a glimpse through a window, so much the better.

Spot:(1d20+3)[17]
Listen:(1d20+3)[7]