DESCRIPTION
The Mimic lord known as Mahmi sat atop a horde of coins and gold collected from her victims. Taking her down wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, but the elven barbarian was no coward.
A mimic isn't much without it's teeth, all bark, no bite. So with some effort Raein had roped the chest shut and tied up the form of the mimic. A few extra scrapes to add to her collection. But with her blood pumping, she wasn't quite ready to encounter. One way or another that frustration would need to be worked out. A fairly simple deal, and Mahmi was quite open to the exchange.
The only rule? No teeth.