[ Molly edges forward to peer at the balls on offer, and a stately lineup they are. Throwing them does seem to be the trick from what he's seen from other people, but gauging what the right weight should be is a bit beyond him. Absent that, Molly goes with the second best idea, which is choosing the prettiest one.
There's a red one on the end with flecks of something iridescent running over it, and the teifling covered in sparkly things immediately gravitates towards it. He hefts the thing with a quiet huff of effort as it turns out to be a bit heavier than he'd anticipated. Where's a barbarian when you need one? ]
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There's a red one on the end with flecks of something iridescent running over it, and the teifling covered in sparkly things immediately gravitates towards it. He hefts the thing with a quiet huff of effort as it turns out to be a bit heavier than he'd anticipated. Where's a barbarian when you need one? ]
Right, now what?