[center][color=CCCC22][h3]Jub the Peculiar[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=brown]"Ah whatever it is, I'm sure you'll figure it out."[/color] Brutrumukk asserted with total confidence. [color=brown]"After all, you're Jub the Peculiar. Returner o' Voices. Bane of All Shapeshiftin' Gits. Up an' comin' [i]bestest booyagh in the entire fuckin' multiverse an' laugher in the faces o' gods[/i]."[/color]

[color=CCCC22]"... wouldn't go [i]quite[/i] that far, but thank you,"[/color] Jub said, not entirely sure how to react to such a strong vote of confidence. Or seemingly taunting the powers-that-be in his honor, for that matter. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head as he tried to figure out how to lead on from his companion's words. [color=CCCC22]"So, err..."[/color] he began, taking back his waterskin and returning it to his bag. He glanced over the edge of their transport to see what was going on in the world below. [color=CCCC22]"I wonder where this is [i]actually[/i] taking us, now I think of it."[/color]

[hider=OOC]Jub rolls a Perception check at disadvantage and gets a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26960]15[/url].[/hider]