[Hey, look you found the raccoon. He failed his dex check (7...) so he... probably tripped over something or the bourbon hit him OR HE'S JUST SICK OF RUNNING AROUND THE WOODS. Either way, he's slumped over an exposed root, looking tragic against his will. It's just sort of hard not to look tragic when you're a battered cyborg raccoon having THE WORST NIGHT OF HIS LIFE.
His listen check was really good though (23), so at least he hears the conversation as everyone comes up.]
Are you kiddin' me? [He pauses to laugh breathlessly.] That sick son of a bitch loves to watch.
[Myri's words hit him and he looks up, somewhere between annoyed and unnerved... It's possible that he's annoyed, because he's unnerved.]
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His listen check was really good though (23), so at least he hears the conversation as everyone comes up.]
Are you kiddin' me? [He pauses to laugh breathlessly.] That sick son of a bitch loves to watch.
[Myri's words hit him and he looks up, somewhere between annoyed and unnerved... It's possible that he's annoyed, because he's unnerved.]
You're going back to town?