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The cacao in the jungle growsYofiel then laughs. "My cousin taught me that song! Bless your sharp eyes, Einar. Let's take a look! Come!"
Heya hiya hoya
A smart tree farmer well he knows
To pluck the pod from off the tree
And open the pod there to reveal
A mound of purplish cacao seeds
He'll dry and they'll turn brown
Heya hiya ho
After finding a third marginal notation in a language she does not know, Yofiel goes to a clean page in her bound journal, returns to the first instance, copies what is written in the known language, then looks carefully over the scribbled foreign note, and replicates it as well as she might. On to the second note, and third, each time carefully transcribing. Most of the time she is fast-reading, as her father taught her, sweeping her hand over the text without touching the page as a guide for her eyes to follow, catching two to five lines at a time - usually about three or a nudge more. For each additional note, she pauses as described.Once she wades through that tome, she shows what she transcribed to Siolo and Falkwyn. "Look at this. Let me know if you come across anything in this writing style. Does anyone recognize it?" Besides her journal, she shows two samples from the book. "Siolo - you might like these, but let's save that for later. We have much to cover. Too bad Marest is not with us. She understands the relationships between alchemy and plants fairly well."
"Patterns, Yofi, patterns. Catch the tempos, the rhythms, the structure of the composition." Her father's voice is in her head. Yet she quietly says the words aloud. "Learn the author's style. Capture the writer's voice as reflected in the written word. When time is short, then fast-read. When it is shorter, then sweep-read." She accelerates, scanning the upper half or third of a full page in one sweep, then the middle third or second half.
The elf reads the opening two to five pages less rapidly. That is polite. It is a time to allow the writer to introduce himself, or herself. What forecast for the bulk of the book will those first few pages provide her?
Bard Yofiel here. WLA asked us seven Cloudhaven adventurers to seek you, Waelius. We thwarted Hunters' attack against Vinevale. You want help? We can come."I'm open to suggestions on improving it."
1. They tried to kill us
2. Jothan does not approve of what they are doing with dinosaurs
3. Certainly Maya likewise does not approve
4. Is our plan to obliterate them entirely, or to take down some, and persuade the rest to leave?
5. If neither, is there any condition under which we will agree to let the survivors remain?
6. Who made your spectacles, Jothan?"
Entangled"Siolo, are we not friends?" the bard asks in the common tongue. "You are a person, a half-elf. Hear me, listen to Yofiel! Return, Siolo, return, Siolo. Calm, calm, calm." There is almost a song in the tone of her words.
The character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a concentration check (DC 15 + spell level) or lose the spell.
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