"Ehh. Boo does not trust this Ned. See how his nose twitches? Something smells about this, and it is not stinky clouds from Boo's furry backside!" Sometimes, his fellow adventurers needed to learn more wisdom from Boo, and Minsc would both help and lead them in this worthy endeavor!
"Yes! Minsc will kick the door in for spindly ManWitch!" Minsc headed toward the exit of the current room, pleased to be helpful in the door-kicking. It was really only an exercise to aid his butt-kicking, so it had two uses, and both were good ones!
Once again, this door is neither locked nor trapped. Inside is yet another bedroom. This room is dirty and decayed. The floorboards appear intact, but rubbish is scattered everywhere and webs are profuse on the walls and the ceiling. From the doorway, you can see a glint of light in the fireplace from what appears to be a small, highly reflective object. There is no furniture in here.
"Minsc will lead with sword and boot," he told the others. "Boo will handle the details." He stepped into the room, both hands on his Minsc-sized Sword of Boo.
Minsc gets rather more than he bargained for when a spider drops down out of the webs and lands on his face, biting him on the lip. He fails his save and falls over, retching up his last meal helplessly. When that's gone. it becomes dry heaves that go on and on and on. Kivan hits the spider a glancing blow with an arrow...
OOC: I for one am very happy to be hated here in the Inn, much better than dealing with "large brownish lumps" in a web.
*back in the Inn, doing some story telling*
Just then the stern line came taut under his foot, where he had kept the loop of the line, and he dropped his oars and felt the weight of the small tuna’s shivering pull as he held the line firm and commenced to haul it in. The shivering increased as he pulled in and he could see the blue back of the fish in the water and the gold of his sides before he swung him over the side and into the boat. He lay in the stern in the sun, compact and bullet shaped, his big, unintelligent eyes staring as he thumped his life out against the planking of the boat with the quick shivering strokes of his neat, fast-moving tail. The old man hit him on the head for kindness and kicked him, his body still shuddering, under the shade of the stern.
*closes the book and puts on a smug face, overly proud of his ability to read someone else's writing*
"Must have aid soon. Boo is... too young to have to avenge me!" He would definitely apply bootheel to spider in good measure. After he was done coughing up evil.
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Then she remembers they haven't searched this one and so has a look round for secret doors and stuff hidden under floorboards.
"Of course, exactly what I had in mind Minsc. My intellect is truly being wasted."
"Hold, if those webs are any indication this room will be trouble. Allow Minsc and the others to draw out the danger."
*back in the Inn, doing some story telling*
Just then the stern line came taut under his foot, where he had kept the loop of the line, and he dropped his oars and felt the weight of the small tuna’s shivering pull as he held the line firm and commenced to haul it in. The shivering increased as he pulled in and he could see the blue back of the fish in the water and the gold of his sides before he swung him over the side and into the boat. He lay in the stern in the sun, compact and bullet shaped, his big, unintelligent eyes staring as he thumped his life out against the planking of the boat with the quick shivering strokes of his neat, fast-moving tail. The old man hit him on the head for kindness and kicked him, his body still shuddering, under the shade of the stern.
*closes the book and puts on a smug face, overly proud of his ability to read someone else's writing*