Dragoncrest Cliffs up all night to get lucky

Sequoia tried to keep it together when he said she smelled strong. What kind of odor was she putting off, anyway. She hoped the strong smell was a good one, and not a stinky one. Stifling a goofy smile, she managed to regain her composure, listening as Tux made a weak attempt to "join" Drageda. Can you fight? she asked, tilting her head to one side, Hunt? Are you good at exploring? Maybe you're like Mo—er, one of our members, who can heal others with plants. Can you do any of that? she asked, finally feeling like she was in control of the situation.

It was pretty satisfying to be on this side of the interrogation table, so to speak. Usually, the conversations were much more friendly, as they were on neutral ground, and Sequoia was simply striking up a conversation with a stranger. With the scenario that Tux had come up with, she found herself being a lot more skeptical of the "stranger's" skills and what he was actually good for.

The two continued to suss out their skills and role-play what it might be like to try and recruit an actual stranger.