Re: Stables of the Whispering Dragon
No apparent concern was given from the Goblin despite the passing ridicule. It was clear she heard the chatter by the way her broad ears flicked and twisted a little toward their voices, but whether it actually registered was a mystery. Wastrel continued to prod and shake at the rat in hopes of inspiring a reaction, though in time she grew frustrated. Then confused... a dog-like cant of her head to one side was paired with a quick press down on the vermin's gut to listen. No breath. She knew for sure she hadn't killed it at first, but apparently its poor condition left the rat quick to give up the ghost.
Wastrel gave the rat another few shoves. Nothing. She batted at its head sharply with the flat of her palm in a quick, inquisitive pummeling. Nothing. With a snort she quickly undid the bindings to recoil her rope back where it belonged, then shoved the rat's diseased corpse off the loft to let it land with a sickening thud on the ground below. If the others turned to look, they'd find the Goblin leap down as well with a far more graceful, silent landing on all fours that set to her immediately sniffing around across the straw-and-blood strewn floor, apparently on an investigation of her own as she followed along into the crevice in their wake.
Perception
Wastrel rolled 15 using 1d20+5