Pike spent the better part of the next half an hour getting out of her armor and inspecting it to make sure the ocean water hadn't ruined it. Could you even make a vestige rust? Was it even possible considering it was a magic item? Things to consider while she was taking it off.
When the robot approached and handed her a towel and a bracelet, she looked a bit confused, then smiled. "Oh? Oh! Thank you, this will help just fine."
She starts to busy herself again, but when the robot doesn't leave, she starts gathering the pieces of the armor she had removed into her small arms. "Um, thank you? But I think I'm good now. I'm sure there's other people to help!"
She's honestly not sure, and she takes the moment to quickly scurry away, heading for the treeline so she can finish drying her armor there.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Pike didn't get a chance to participate in the last pie eating contest she heard about - to be fair, she can't really eat while astral projecting - so this seemed like the best thing to get involved with.
At the sign up table she's pouring over the choices, talking to herself as she does so. "Okay, okay, okay... what do I choose first?"
After several minutes, she taps the nearest person. "Excuse me. Is there any of them you recommend?"
[Wildcard]
[Hi there! I'm new around here, but if there's anything else you'd want with Pike that strikes your fancy, feel free to PM her account or just reply with something!]
pike trickfoot | critical role campaign 1
Water and a suit of armor don't mix that well.
Pike spent the better part of the next half an hour getting out of her armor and inspecting it to make sure the ocean water hadn't ruined it. Could you even make a vestige rust? Was it even possible considering it was a magic item? Things to consider while she was taking it off.
When the robot approached and handed her a towel and a bracelet, she looked a bit confused, then smiled. "Oh? Oh! Thank you, this will help just fine."
She starts to busy herself again, but when the robot doesn't leave, she starts gathering the pieces of the armor she had removed into her small arms. "Um, thank you? But I think I'm good now. I'm sure there's other people to help!"
She's honestly not sure, and she takes the moment to quickly scurry away, heading for the treeline so she can finish drying her armor there.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Pike didn't get a chance to participate in the last pie eating contest she heard about - to be fair, she can't really eat while astral projecting - so this seemed like the best thing to get involved with.
At the sign up table she's pouring over the choices, talking to herself as she does so. "Okay, okay, okay... what do I choose first?"
After several minutes, she taps the nearest person. "Excuse me. Is there any of them you recommend?"
[Wildcard]
[Hi there! I'm new around here, but if there's anything else you'd want with Pike that strikes your fancy, feel free to PM her account or just reply with something!]