Oscare rests his hand, allowing it to drop to his thigh and gives the elezen a straight look. He snickers, using the free hand to tap his temple twice and making a clicking noise with his tongue.
"I die in my own favor, not that of some Twelve god or goddess. I'll die on my own terms, thank you. I don't need someone to tell me when I should or how to die." He remarks, looking back up the clouds.
"I die in my own favor, not that of some Twelve god or goddess. I'll die on my own terms, thank you. I don't need someone to tell me when I should or how to die." He remarks, looking back up the clouds.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
