Café de Nuit

Or maybe you and I are just geting a bit more personal with the smell. RT carefully wipes the worst of the sludge off of her blade before sheathing it and shakes herself violent. Some of the sewage sladies off her clothing but for the most part she remains covered. She wades back into the shallow ar...

RT abruptly stumbles forward a tentacle wrpped around one thigh. As she shifts her balance to compensate she swings her single blade in a downward arc slashing through the tip of its tentacle and spraying bits of monster ooze across her torso. The upswing of her blade catches the ide of another ten...

Oh I thought I'd stand and wait for it to come back. RT's attention is entirely on the creature before her and in not tangling her rapier with the rope. Once Cole sheaths his own weapon she shoves the rope at him, hoping that he can both hold it and play with his magic while she tries to detach bits...

RT propels herself closer to Cole playing out the rope behind her. The stench of hte muck doesn't bother her now but the lack of oxygen is beginning to make her lungs ache. She kicks out one foot and catches it under Cole's bad arm. She pulls upward drawing down on the rope at the same time and hop...

RT mentally cursing her left arm, or lack there-of, she forcefully plunges deeper. Without being able to hold onto both rope and weapon, she opts for the rope and the quick in-and-out tactic, hoping Cole's own handicap won't slow down his ability to both grab and fight. She slows as she pulls neare...

RT, overhearing Jebbedo's comment, turns her head towards them I thought about throwing you in after him but decided against it. it is hard to tell at first if she is joking but a flicker of her usual smile curves her lips before she completely turns her back. She reaches up with one hand to brush ...

Well. RT looks closely at the spot Cole disapeared for a moment before pulling out a rope and handing one end to Bronn. She looks again at the filth, shaking her head before taking a few steps towards it. Quickly turning back she glances at her two companions. If I tug at it in some sort of pattern,...

Do you really want to stop in this filth?

RT looks like the thought of stopping at this point offends multiple sense, most especially her sense of smell.

RT shakes her head and shrugs. With a second thought she runs her fingers along the wall until they catch on a rough spot. Crouching down she makes to rip a loose thread off the hem of her pants put thinks better of it and looks at Cole. We could catch thread on the wall but white threads will show...

RT's eyes still smart every time she inhales but the stench is less bad and she can avoid most of the nastiness on the ground now. She shrugs to Jebeddo's question and faces towards Cole for an answer. As she turns, she looks up at the grate and then around the sewer noticing the sheer monotony of ...