Tobie sighed and muttered something, obviously not praising Talia, even as she turned Logger towards the mill. She loosened the axe at her belt, making sure it was easily accessible if needed, and pulled her horse to a stop next to Talia's. She kept her senses
listen: Dice Roll: 1d20+2
d20 Results: 14 (Total = 16)
search: Dice Roll: 1d20-1
d20 Results: 2 (Total = 1)
spot: Dice Roll: 1d20+2
d20 Results: 10 (Total = 12)
adding smell to this also, as Tobie has been around river mills all her life and would pick up on something unusual
smell: Dice Roll: 1d20+2
d20 Results: 12 (Total = 14)
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wide open and on full alert, inwardly cursing Talia for being so stupid as to wander off to someplace that could so easily have been trapped or ambushed. And without telling anyone she was leaving. It'd serve her right to grab the horse and make the bitch walk back.
Tobie sighed as she quietly dismounted. Much as she disliked Talia, for the time being they were in the same group and that went a long way in Tobie's mind. She drew her axe and held it ready, just in case, and reached for the doorknob. Before she could lay her hand on the knob, the door opened and Tobie went with her first instinct: She swung her axe one handed, pulling back as soon as she realized it was Talia and burying the blade in the wooden doorjam. She took a deep breath and stared stupidly at the lock of Talia's hair imbedded into the wood with the axeblade.
Is ya a total idjit? she demanded, pulling the blade free and removing the hair.
Ya cudda got yersel kilt! She grabbed Talia's hand and thrust the lock of hair into it.
Be happy it wa'ant yer frakin haid she seethed.
Nex time ya wanna pee, tell summin so's we know ya don' need rescuin'! She turned back to the horses and headed for Logger, muttering under her breath the entire time.