Re: Gaol house rawk
The man nods. "This is a dangerous place for me. I wish you good fortune, but I will depart." The man begins to leave, but stops suddenly. "Wait! If you wish to remain here, I can aid you....I..." The black-bearded prisoner rummages in the satchel that he had retrieved from the gaol, drawing forth what seemed a sort of twig wrapped in colored yarn. The man mutters something, stares at the twig, and then curses once. He mutters again, and some of the yarn twists and moves under its own accord, apparently.
The black-bearded man looks at the half-orc, and chuckles. "Now, you look like a large, tired, human peasant or caravan handler. This will only last some half-hour, friend, and your voice will betray you. Have a care, if you wish to stay in this foul town. But to try to move about undisguised...foolishness. The watchmen will attempt to seek us out. Find your friends and flee this place--I will do so now, and take to the hills outside of town." The man pauses again, and bows slightly. "I am called Mahatmer. I thank you for your actions, and my release," the man says formally, and then begins to move away.