Cliaux watched the entire scene unfold with a mixture of disbelief and perhaps disappointment. The stories of adventurers she'd heard never ended up like this....drenched in rainwater, coated to the very core in scents best left undescribed, and surrounded by some sparkling squirrel-creature and a woman who was now drenched in salamander saliva.
Cliaux coughed and wretched again as she had been doused twice in the breath of the creature, and decided to take advantage of the sudden disappearance of the flabby obstruction, giving out orders in between sickening gagging noises.
"Quick! Bleegh! Every--hwurrk!--everyone move u--awwrp!--up the road!"
With that, Cliaux went into a stumbling run, her head dizzied by the scent that dominated her nose. She was trying to do the noble thing, leading the innocent to safety...but instead it looked an awful lot like a drunkard trying to run from a mob. Regardless, she went into a wobbly trot, heading the charge past Fat Sal.
Cliaux coughed and wretched again as she had been doused twice in the breath of the creature, and decided to take advantage of the sudden disappearance of the flabby obstruction, giving out orders in between sickening gagging noises.
"Quick! Bleegh! Every--hwurrk!--everyone move u--awwrp!--up the road!"
With that, Cliaux went into a stumbling run, her head dizzied by the scent that dominated her nose. She was trying to do the noble thing, leading the innocent to safety...but instead it looked an awful lot like a drunkard trying to run from a mob. Regardless, she went into a wobbly trot, heading the charge past Fat Sal.
