Aaah yes, were that words were actions, then you would be talking as sweetly as you act instead of altruistically aiding the wounded while speaking venom at everyone nearby. Arendin states quite callously, addressing Joyas as he strides up to Anevia.
Anevia, would you be so kind as to hold the lantern, I loath to put it out because that light spell will, I assume, go out not too long from now, but I desperately want use of both my hands while we walk. He says while handing her the lantern, turned down so that it will burn as little fuel as possible. He then turns to look at the scales Throck is pointing out and gets a rather puzzled expression on his face, clearly confused as to the nature of the scales.
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Perception: (1d20+4)[8]