Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk 1 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 9/9 | HD: 1/1 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: Yes | Speed: 30 ft
Str 11 (0) Dex 16 (3) Con 12 (1) Wis 16 (3) Int 11 (0) Cha 9 (-1)
Attacks: Spear (P)1d20+5;1d6+3 | Unarmed(B) 1d20+5;1d4+3 | Sling(B)1d20+5;1d4+3 | Quarterstaff-Mop(B) 1d20+5;1d6+3
Magic: Sacred Flame (DEX vs DC13; 1d8) | Shield of Faith(Bonus; +2AC)
It's all about the tax breaks. Yahs starts to reply to Tarto's concerns about the proliferation of cults, but sees that the officer has already moved on. She also shrugs off the worry over her pencils as it was technically one of Chaeek's she'd absorbed and only half of one at that. But of course, it was enough. She might as well have eaten a bowl of extra spicy Chultan noodles with the way her inner workings were grumbling.
Upon receiving the next batch of orders, she offers another quick salute and then begins looking around for the nearest restroom facility before heading up to the Bridge with the others. Not seeing anything suitable, she does spot Popsicle and his poorly disguise crowbar. Seeing Chaeek is the closest to her, she leans over to the hazodee.
"Don't look now, but I think Popsicle might be getting ideas about our crate." She whispers and clandestinely points a thin pod at the penguin's oversized, iron lockpick.
Perception