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Ayna was definitely making some weird wordplay at the end, and she was definitely enjoying all the violence that she was unleashing upon the Myconids, but if you worked eight to five, five days a week, with little social life, wouldn't you? She ignored @Pete Simpson's judgmental staring and instead wiped the sweat off her brow. She had done a great job. That's all that mattered.

"Kamala! Are you all right?"
She pushed past Pete to get a better look at @Kamala Graham, more concerned about her wellbeing than anyone else's. It was justified, of course. Kamala was their main healer, and if anything happened to her, well Ayna didn't have anything to get herself back up once she gets beaten down as well. Sure, Pete had some healing, too, but she didn't really trust Pete as much as she did Kamala. Why?

"Keep your eyes and your hands to yourself, Pete!"
She growled when she noticed he seemed like he was enjoying the rain's effects on them too much. She later groaned at his mushrooms quip. Ugh. What a lame joke. Even her dad could do better.

"Of course, you are, Pete Simpson! I, on the other hand, am going to contribute more to this world with the Institute. Met the Lion Arms folks a while back and they're pretty great, especially Zeus, and I got some info on the Guild, too, so the Institute's what I want to learn about in this expedition. Should be an eye-opening experience. What about the rest of you?"
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1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Ayna Nietzsche | 550C3
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