Amos shifted only the slightest in the bed, moving his body closer to the dryad... the dryad he was beginning to suspect was in fact Ohmi, who's diary he had read. Something prickled at the back of his mind, warning him, telling him that something was amiss, but Amos silenced it, reminding himself that, of course something was amiss.

To his knowledge, Ohmi was dead... yet Amos desired her. He desired the knowledge she claimed to have, and so, he would pursue her, pursue her knowledge, with everything he had.

Mind...

Spirit...

...Body...

The bard lifted a hand, gently pressing it to the dryad's cheek...

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Alrighty, again, I don't know what my modifiers really are right now, with my ring, I've got +6 to my Charisma, it's naturally a +4, annnnnd yet I still don't know if my penalties exist... so here's my roll. My fate is, as always, in Faithdreamer's hands.

(1d20)[7]