Ment
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/Alright then./
After resting for a bit in the room, the elf began to cast a spell. He mercilessly converted his stamina into strength (6 points) to improve his grip and into agility (8 points) to avoid falling off the roof.
/If there are no penalties for low stamina, otherwise, up to and including penalties./
The result was like a goblin: small, with large, strong hands, and agile. An unpleasant image, but it will do for the job. After thinking for a moment, Dunkaniël adjusted his face, adding a large hooked nose, a prominent, sharp chin, bushy eyebrows, and other such features. If he could also convert his fatigue into other temporary physical ailments that were less important for climbing on roofs, he would do so; otherwise, he would settle for what he had. Blending into the shadows, the invisible elf-human-goblin waits for the cityscape outside the window to clear, opens the last window, and, securing himself on the roof, closes it with his foot. Well, now he can take a look around and experience the nightlife of Tirren.
> In stealth mode, he goes on a random route, prioritizing areas that look rundown. He is interested in all sorts of criminal elements and what they are talking about, but if he doesn't find anything, he will simply listen to various "newsy" conversations in the city.
After resting for a bit in the room, the elf began to cast a spell. He mercilessly converted his stamina into strength (6 points) to improve his grip and into agility (8 points) to avoid falling off the roof.
/If there are no penalties for low stamina, otherwise, up to and including penalties./
The result was like a goblin: small, with large, strong hands, and agile. An unpleasant image, but it will do for the job. After thinking for a moment, Dunkaniël adjusted his face, adding a large hooked nose, a prominent, sharp chin, bushy eyebrows, and other such features. If he could also convert his fatigue into other temporary physical ailments that were less important for climbing on roofs, he would do so; otherwise, he would settle for what he had. Blending into the shadows, the invisible elf-human-goblin waits for the cityscape outside the window to clear, opens the last window, and, securing himself on the roof, closes it with his foot. Well, now he can take a look around and experience the nightlife of Tirren.
> In stealth mode, he goes on a random route, prioritizing areas that look rundown. He is interested in all sorts of criminal elements and what they are talking about, but if he doesn't find anything, he will simply listen to various "newsy" conversations in the city.