"You don't have to ask me twice!" Dwalin snaps around at the mention of food."It's been to long since I ate, and I could go for some pork. Oh and of course we can talk to Bennet and gather useful information" Dwalin starts walking towards the east hall to the dining room With Mikael and Imbellum. "Do you think they'll have some ale? All this walking makes me thirsty. Ha!"
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There was a long pause from Lady Jacqueline... before she nodded at Imbellem. "Thank you for understanding," she smiled timidly. Turning toward the West Hall, Lady Jacqueline glances between the party members. "Good luck on gathering information, you guys." Promptly, her steps made their way down the hall.

I turn to the group and speak "You all go ahead and go get something to eat. I'm going to go to the armory, and see what they have in stock. I am also interested to see what they will offer us for some of our extra loot. Besides, it feels like every time I turn around we are eating again." At that I pull out a sweet roll from my pack (one from the bakery we stopped in on our way here) and begin munching on it. With my mouth partially filled with food, I ask my compatriots, "Need me to pick anything up for you while I am there?" After their answer I mention. "Save me some food if you can." At that I depart for the Armoury down the west hall, after having a short word with my party.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I speak quietly to Jacqueline before I head to the armoury. I lean in while looking past her. "Watch out for yourself. And you would not want to be mistaken for having motives other than to watch out for Kelden. Are you sure you think it nessesary to do this?"]

Also before I turn to go to the armoury, I speak quitely to the men going to the 'dining hall.' "Let me know what you think of Bennet. I think these are good people, but let us confirm that for ourselves lest any of Adwonus words cause doubt. I would like to prove his words wrong. Now when I say people I speak of the officers specifically. Also, keep an eye out for any signs of pirates. That was part of Adwonus claim, I just wanted to make sure there was not some truth to what he said. Kelden seems to be an especially sharp guy, so it seems unlikely that his organization is filled with pirates without his notice. However, his eyes and ears cannot be everywhere, that is where we come in at times- have your eyes and ears open for important information.
     Anyways, I am off to the armoury. Let me know how the pork is!"

In these new surroundings I maintain my vigilence. -see dice roller for rolls, posting from my phone.
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“Alright, we’ll split up. Enjoy the food!” Johannes said, waving as he and Jacqueline hastened toward the West Hall. Imbellem yelled back, “You don’t need to tell us twice!” “Aye,” Dwalin echoed, seeming more lively at the thought of a real meal. With Mikael, the three men disappeared down the East Hall while their other two companions headed into the West. This was a safe place, a haven.


[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Mikael Vaeltaja: "Do you mind if we join you?” Mikael asked the older man. “Go right ahead,” he replied. Mikael’s hands were loaded with a full plate which he set on the round wooden table. It was piled high with sliced pork covered in gravy and next to it chopped potatoes that were mixed with an herb he didn’t know; the smell alone was enough to make his mouth water. “Bennett, right?” he inquired. Bennett had been sitting on his own at one of many round tables crowding a wide dining hall, reading over a chart while he ate. “That’s right. You’re one those folks who arrived today. Heard the false threat and managed to find this place on your own - I can’t imagine how you did that.” Mikael chuckled in lieu of a response. To his relief the others arrived.

“This is a good place,” Dwalin declared, giving his approval. He sat down next to Mikael who stared in fascination at the dwarf’s plate. It was stacked twice as high as his own with pork and potatoes as well an orange vegetable he thought (apparently by mistake) he didn’t have space for. Imbellem seated himself across from him, “Definitely! All you have to do is go up to the kitchen counter and they load you with food.” Bennett smirked, an expression that made visible some of his thin wrinkles from age. “Back in the beginning, we barely had enough food for the handful of us. But now our supplies have never been better. Eat all you like!” They intended to take his advice.

While taking the first few bites of his meal, Mikael glanced around the room. Like the main room, the ground had been floored with wood to make it more comfortable, but the walls and low ceiling still resembled the signature stonework of the Aqueducts. On the far side of the room and past the tables was a counter that revealed the kitchens behind it. Both in the kitchens and the dining hall, people busied themselves with eating, talking, and errands. The air was warm from the cooking ovens. Mikael took another bite of his succulent meal, feeling more comfortable. Finally he said, “So, let’s talk. . . {Channel 4: Dining Hall ← Opened}.”

]

[Private to Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: ”That’s a lot of swords,” Jacqueline said as she peered into the crate. Like a bale of hay, numerous swords had been tied together and tightly packed in the wooden box. The wall was stacked with crates which must’ve arrived recently, for young men were still hauling them into the room. Some were now empty, but others were completely full, like the one Jacqueline now stood over. “Hey, away from that!” a rough voice snapped at her. An aged orc with slicked gray hair stomped toward her, making a shooing gesture with his hands. “Those need to be inventoried. Off with you! Shoo.” Jacqueline lifted her hands off the edge of the box and backed away, “Fine. Sheesh.” She wandered back toward Johannes and murmured to him, “Geez, what a grouch.”

Johannes hadn’t been listening. He looked around the armory which was a large, rectangular room. Like the main room, it’d also been refurbished with a wooden floor to make it more comfortable. Although the ceiling was still low, the chamber was wide enough to accommodate racks of armor and weaponry, as well as newly arrived supplies. At the rear side of the room there were three wooden dummies decently spaced from each other; several lads were testing their swords on them.

“There’s Darus,” Johannes spoke, pointing toward a door along the north wall. Darus stood in front it using a nearby crate as a table; he scribbled on a piece of parchment while men carried boxes in through the door. Johannes and Jacqueline approached him. “Hello,” said Johannes cheerfully. Darus finished an entry and set down his quill. He looked up at them and masked his tiredness with a smile, “Hello. Long day for me.” He chuckled. “How are you?” “Good,” Johannes replied, “Where’d Kelden go?” Two men carrying a crate walked through the doors and blocked their view of Darus for a moment. After it passed, Darus said, “Kelden? He’s busy for at least another hour - meeting with an important nobleman. In the meantime you’re welcome to relax. Also, see that woman over there?” Darus pointed across the armory at an Olseeni woman with brown skin, clad in thick colorful robes. Her hair was hidden beneath a hijab; she was at least in her forties. Johannes and Jacqueline nodded. “That’s Samawah. Recently we made an arrangement with the merchant guilds to establish a representative down here. You can buy and sell things you have with her, as well as access the Clay Token Menu. She’s not cheap mind you, but she’s convenient and discreet, which is what we needed.” Darus then pointed at the orc who recently scolded Jacqueline, “And that’s Boko. He’s in charge of the supplies. He’ll give you a leather armor or sword, but only if you don’t have armor or a weapon already - it’s his job to make sure there’s enough to go around. So, you can access those two anytime you’d like, or you can talk to me. Feel free!” {Channel 4: Armory ← Opened}

]

In the Kitchen... To Mikael and Dwalin
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Mikael Vaeltaja: After the conversation with Bennett, Imbellem looked at his much smaller pile of food on his plate, wishing he was able to eat more. Standing up to walk over to the kitchen to see if they could give him a "To-go" bag for some rolls and baked potatoes, he looked over to Dwalin and Mikael. "Im going to head over to the armory to see if I can strike some sort of deal, and then im going to try to find and talk to Elora, try to find out what the facination with this pirate fellow that lead to biffs untimely demise." Recieving a small brown sack, Imbellem gives a polite nod to the woman in the kitchen and puts a few snacks inside. "Ill be seeking her out after I check out their stock of weapons and armor," He said as a reminder, "considering shes open to talking to me." Imbellem begins to walk out of the kitchen, "Ill meet up with you guys in a little bit, this might not last too long. If you dont hear from me in an hour or so, just assume I said something flirtatious and she knocked me out or stabbed me" he said with a laugh as Imbellem left the room and turned the corner to head to the armory.]
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In the dinning hall
[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri:
I take after Imbellem's idea and also get a sack with some food in it. As soon as we are all finished stuffing our sack with what food we can. "Let's get to the armory then. I haven't been able to get some proper supplies for a while now"
]

Lady Jacqueline moves towards the door. [Private to Herr Johannes: The door, that is, in which Kelden must have been behind. She listens carefully, curious if it was locked.

22:46, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.

Unease was written all over her face. "I need to see Kelden," she stated through gritted teeth. "I cannot rest without seeing him."]
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Channel 4.3: Armory -- Opened

Ryan Persha named the conversation: Channel 4.3: Armory.
 Herr Johannes = RED
 Lady Jacqueline = DARK BLUE
 Darus = AQUA -for the sake of differentiating from Jacqueline

[Private to DM Ryan; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde:
     Darus: {*Cough}
"Hmm, so you are saying everyone is issued leather armour and a sword?"
     Darus: "If they don't have something already. Some of our members have brought their own family weapons and armors. But our more experienced men have picked up better equipment by now, usually from our raids on Larlben or Steyus. You see, most everyone here is an ordinary citizen of Herrod; we do the best can."
     I need to speak with Kelden. I realize his meeting is important, but I insist on seeing to him if even for a moment.
     Darus: No can do miss. You're welcome in the headquarters now, but you don't have the rank to sit in on meetings like that. You'll just have to wait. In the meantime, you can bring matters to me, or either Elora or Bennett.
     {I lean in closer to Darus and speak more quietly} "So you and Kelden planned for the note I showed you? You meant for that to happen all along? Was there other notes like that in the papers you took?"
     Darus: {Chuckles} "Believe it. All part of the plan!
I mean, you folks stumbling on our deception and finding your way here wasn't in the plan, but I suppose that's not a big deal. At dawn tomorrow, while they're on a wild goose chance, we'll be elsewhere and hopefully ending this war. But I'll leave it to Kelden to tell you more.
     And I've got a good feeling about it. Things are going so well for us lately. Our supplies have never been better, our numbers too. And you'd be amazed at how much support we're getting. Noble families in Herrod and as far as Deon's Rise are secretly sending us supplies, money, and other vital needs. Honestly, I don't think we'd have made it this far without outside help."
     "Why do you think you have been getting this help? Do you think it has to do with the pirates at all? That is a large pillar of your claims, right? That we could begin to end the pirate tyranny once and for all."
     Darus: Kelden says it's the Lord's will. I reckon it's cause people actually see now we can win. In the beginning there was just a handful of us, but now we have the support to make a difference. And people are tired of the tyranny of Steyus and the always-present pirates. Now we can get rid of them. First we'll take down the false Duke Steyus, and then once we have the city's resources, we'll uproot the pirates like a weed!
     "What do you think of the claims that the pirates are helping you so that they may use your conflict with Steyus to take the city by force while the infighting has made her (the city) weak?"
     "Darus?"
     Jacqueline: {Shifts uncomfortably.}
     Darus: "What? I've never heard anything like that. Sounds like paranoia to me. Ugh - sounds like Elora a bit too. She tell you that? Poor girl. She took Biff's death pretty hard, and has been acting weird ever since."
     "A former party member of mine was convinced of that, he thought this conflict would surely bring ruin to Herrod. He seemed to still support the status quo- to support Steyus. If his concern were not so genuine I would have dismissed it as propaganda myself. That's why I thought I would just ask you, like this, up front. Do you think the pirates are aiding us or trying to subversively thwart us? What is your organization's official position toward pirates? What is yours?"
     Darus: "I'll tell you this. The pirates are a disease on the city. If they know what's good for them, they'll be trying to thwart us. Cause I know that once Steyus falls, they're next! And there won't be any place to hide!"
     "Do you have any suspicion that any of them may be here? Or may be among your civilians?"
     Darus: "In the headquarters? Not a chance. Aside from you guys, everyone here is a senior member. We've been quite cautious, and there's not a person here I wouldn't trust my life to.
     But among all the outposts, there's definitely spies - you can count on that! You see, since our movement is all civilians, there's really not much we can do about that, since people come and go all the time. That's why we organize things like we do. Keep everything really decentralized. And we've even learned to use their spies against them, feeding the sometimes misleading information! Like what we're doing now heh."
     "That is quite clever, excellent strategic plan.
     You said Elora has had a lot of difficulty with Biff's death?"
     Darus: "Yea, poor girl. Biff himself had been going through a rough time the last few months before his death. In fact he'd been kinda going a little, well, crazy. Ever since the beginning of the rebellion, he had been obsessed with finding a certain pirate that wronged him way back. Showed up in his work every now and then too, putting revenge over the cause. It only got worse as time passed. He drank a lot. And now that he's gone, Elora seems to be catching his craziness. Hopefully she doesn't end up like him."
     "...It was a pirate who killed him. Johannes, tell him about the inn."
     "Hmm, when you say 'crazy' you mean occasionally he would follow his taste for revenge ignoring his objective, or more like he would even endanger the cause for his revenge? Did he become obsessed? Was he and Elora close?"
     Darus: "Let's put it this way, he'd sometimes stay up 1, 2 nights in row skulking around town trying to find his man and digging for worthless clues. Then he'd show up to a mission with us fatigued, and doing something like that endangers everybody. And the longer it went on, the more paranoid he got that his man was toying with him, watching him. He seriously said that to me, that his man was watching him even here. He was on edge. If he hadn't been such a wreck, Larlben's men probably wouldn't have been able to kill him like they did. But it happened. I was there. Elora was there. She saw everything happen in front of her. That wasn't even three days ago. I'd be crazy too if there weren't bigger things at stake, bigger than me. So I persevere,. I guess not everyone has the same strength. I'd give her time - maybe it'll go away.
     Anyway, I don't feel like talking much anymore. And I've got some more work to do across the base. Talk to Samawah if you want to buy or sell some gear. I'll see you guys later." {Darus departed from the Armory}
     {Darus has left the chat. You may continue to speak to each other in-character and discuss what you've learned. Highly recommended!}
     "But it wasn't Larben's men!"
     {If I can catch Darus} "Darus, there is something you must understand about what happened to Biff. There are pieces to the puzzle that you do not see. I understand if you must go now, but it must be understood for the resolution of this conflict.
      Jacqueline, I feel like the man who assassinated Biff worked for the man he wanted revenge on. And they did it possibly because they made a deal with Steyus. The strange thing was, if Steyus had it done, why were we not aware of it? if we eliminate possibilities, the one that remains must be true, however improbable. If it was not Larlben, not Kelden and not Steyus, it must have been related to the Pirates and the man he wanted revenge on. There may come a time where we need to make sure Keldon and the others understand it was not Larlben."
{Darus had departed}
     "Hmph, I was not able to catch Darus before he left Jacqueline."
     "Well, I am going to see what we can get for all that small sized gear. Did you remember the merchant's name Jacqueline?"
     {I walk up to the merchant} "Could I see your wares today?"
     Jacqueline: {Eyeing the doorway that leads to Kelden.}]

I walk up to the merchant and ask if I can see her wares. "I have some small sized items I am looking to sell as well. They are made of leather and am sure they would sell well in cliffshore. I would like a good price on them. Little constrains me that I must stay here to sell these to you. I appreciate greatly your service coming down here to sell items though, I just would like a good price on what I am selling you." {If she gives me an above average price, I will likely sell them, you can consult me Ryan :)}
     Jacqueline, are you in need of any arrows? I may pick up a few javelins and an oil or 2 for any that I lost. Is there anything else you can think of that we have used up? more rope and pitons perhaps? A second dagger for throwing? Perhaps some oiled canvas or waxed canvas bags for our ruck sacks to keep the contents from ever getting soaked in an aqueduct? I may buy a second back pack."

I consider the aqueducts around me if anything comes to mind.
{23:30, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Knowledge History, of the surrounding Aquaducts; MQ.}

I stay vigilant of threats.
{23:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:06, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I whisper to Jacqueline "I would hope we did not lead Adwonus to Kelden's base in our zeal to find this place."]
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Mikael thought he was going to die. His mind was weary, ladened with heaviness, and he wanted nothing more than a chance to lie down and rest soon. Walking became a challenge as he leaned on Dwalin for support. He wondered if this was the end. . .

“I’m so full,” he said aloud.

Imbellem, looking very content, placed a hand on his own stomach, “Same here. I haven’t had a meal that size in ages. Delicious.” “I’m still hungry I think,” Dwalin uttered. The others looked at him in disbelief. “You ate at least twice as much as us!” Dwalin shrugged, “It’s bulk day.” Continuing to talk of memorable meals and the appetites of dwarves, they walked down the hall and entered the armory.

The armory was a large, rectangular room, similar in appearance to the rest of the base with its wooden floor and low stone ceiling. And like the rest of the base, it was bustling with activity. Through a door along the north wall, men hauled in crates which were then stacked along the sides of the room. Some were already opened, and inside, visibly packed with weapons. The rear southern portion of the room was a small training area; wooden dummies and practice swords lined the wall. Some young men had also started a wrestling competition. Standing in a circle, shirtless men cheered and laughed as two in the center tested their skills. They were having a good time.

“Hey, there’s Johannes,” Imbellem said, pointing across the room. Johannes was speaking with an Olseeni woman. Hair covered by a hijab, she wore thick colorful robes and was aged well into her forties. They approached with jubilant shouts, “Johannes!” He paused his conversation briefly and glanced behind, “Oh, hey guys. This is Samawah, merchant. Give me a minute - haggling.” His attention immediately returned to the trader. Imbellem chuckled at his focus on bartering while Mikael gazed about the room. And noticed something was missing. “Say, where’s Jacqueline?” “She’s around here somewhere,” Johannes replied without even looking. Mikael looked a second time, but she was still nowhere in sight - he decided not to worry about it. [Private to Herr Johannes: ”So how much can you offer for small sized equipment?” “Don’t know,” she replied. “You have to show them to me first.” “Oh. . . right.”] {If you wish to buy or sell common equipment, submit the items via a list in your next post. The CT Menu can also be accessed}.

Dwalin and Imbellem meandered to the back of the armory toward the wrestling competition. Following them, Mikael arrived just in time to see an extremely well-muscled orc slam a man to the ground, and not get up. The surrounding men lifted their hands and cheered. The orc, who was a daunting seven feet tall, raised his hand in victory. One man crouched by the unconscious competitor and lightly slapped his face, “Dob? Dob you ok?” Dazed and confused, the defeated wrestler raised his head and mumbled, “Mommy?” Everyone laughed. “He’s ok,” said his friend. A couple guys helped carry him out of the circle.

The orc walked around in the center and spoke in a strong, loud voice, “Anyone up for a match against Grao? Offering up my chain shirt to the first one who can take me down!”





[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Meanwhile, Jacqueline had slipped through the north door. Not only was it unlocked, but she remembered it was wide open as men hauled crates through! She entered a small room with several doors. Men were carrying crates through a metal one that led to the Aqueducts. Through this door, Kelden himself walked through, returning from his meeting. “Kelden!” Jacqueline called out. He smiled and approached her. “Jackie, sorry about that. I had to speak with the nobleman’s son who brought us these weapons you see now. It’s good politics. But you - wow - you look so different now! And you’re in armor! You’re a warrior now? I’ll confess I didn’t expect that! How are you?”]
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[Private to DM Ryan: Selling: leather armor (20g), and small wooden shield (??g), would like to trade vials for flasks (For size difference, more liquid) Is this possible/a wise choice? Apparently clubs are cheap as dirt, so I would like to purchase one of those please. Also if possible a concealable dagger, are bootknives a thing? Would like to have it be hidden in case of patdowns. Just in case.]

Imbellem and Dwalin stood looking at the towering orc, parading himself around the ring, nobody brave enough to leap in and take him on. If Dwalin were to look at Imbellem, he would see a devious grin beginning to develop, and would more than likely say something along the lines of, 'now hold on a minute..'

Imbellem began to quickly remove his armor, cloak and set down his pack next to Dwalin while in the distance Johannes looked over as well. The excited quick movements of the quirky cleric allowed him to slip out of his armor in no time. He stood with his hair tied up, all armor removed except for one leather glove on his right hand, pants, and green bandanna to keep the hair out of his face (from past experiences). Dwalin looked at him with an expression of shock. "Ever feel like doing something really stupid?" Imbellem asked as he streched his arms and shoulders. "Now hold on a minute-" Dwalin began to say, but it was too late, Imbellem tossed his cloak and lighter objects into the shocked Dwarf's hands, which he caught and stood mouth agape as he began to bounce though the crowd over to Johannes.

Johannes looked at the cleric, unable to speak, more worried for his health, both physical and mental at this point. "Dont bother, being punched in the face once or twice is nothing new. Its worth a shot to get some free gear ya know?" Imbellem took his wooden cross he always had hidden in his sleeve and had it wrapped around his upper arm, tied tightly so it wouldnt be lost in the riff-raff. "Just do me a favor?" Imbellem asked, words quickly flowing out of his mouth as the adrenaline and excitement took over not allowing anyone to speak but him. "Pray for me." He said with a grin as he excitedly bounced into the open ring with the massive orc warrior. "Oh!" He shouted as Johannes stood in shock in confusion, sharing the same expression with Dwalin who still stood holding Imbellems pack and cloak, armor by his feet. "Carry me out if I cant walk!"

Imbellem burst into the ring, standing feet shorter than the orc, Grao simply looked down with a blank expression. The cleric stood bouncing from side to side in proper boxing stance, he had been in a few fights in his day, and either confidence or insanity had clearly taken over him. Imbellem had no visible scars or tatoos, leaving his body looking far out of league with the large orc. "Ill take a shot at it," Imbellem said with a cocky smile, though sweat could be seen beginning to form out of nervousness. Grao began to laugh, "Your funeral little man, this is no place for you; but ill teach you the way things work around here." The orc began to crouch down.

For your information im not little, im average size thank you.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 24 using 1d20+4. Pin/Break Grapple, Grao.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Grapple check, Grao.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 24 using 1d20+4. Melee Touch attack check, Grao.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using 1d20. Initiative check, Grao.

Two nat. 20s. Its party time.
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Meanwhile...

[Private to DM Ryan: Lady Jacqueline blushed, tucking an already-neat lock of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Kelden..." She grinned up at him. "I was trained by one of the best men in town! He was like a father figure to me before he passed away. Remember him?" A playful fist gently nudged Kelden in the shoulder like old times. "Nobleman's son, eh? Who would that be? You seem to know your way around well."

00:10, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
00:10, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.]
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Just before the men from our party entered, this occurred: (to fill in the gaps of my haggling etc.)

"Oh right," I reply to the merchant. "Here they are Samawah." I draw a series of goblin sized items from my pack:



I was also interested in purchasing a few things:



{I wanted to see prices, then I will give you (Ryan) the decision after I see their price, thanks!}

     As I converse with the merchant, the rest of the party joins us. "Hey Mikael, Imbellem and Dwalin! How was the meal? You look stuffed, must be good eh?! I need to get some myself soon. Remember to buy what you need to be combat ready, everyone should have a flint and steel. If you are short standard adventuring items  (like rope, crowbar, club, sling & bullets) you can borrow up to 5 gp from the party fund or me. It is better to be prepared than have gold doing nothing for you. I am usually fairly decent at haggling, if you are not confident in your own abilities, you can ask me to buy things for you.
     {If you are not sure about what is a standard load out for an adventurer, look at the Players Handbook entry for your class and it should list recommended equipment near the end of the entry. Of course at this point, you can ignore the armour and primary weapon because you already have one. If you want a more detailed list, I believe my inventory is still listed mostly in my bio. IMPORTANT: PLEASE GET YOUR ITEM NEEDS IN ORDER ASAP. If you need further assistance I can help, after this weekend. If possible, Ryan, would we still be able to make purchases 2 posts from now? I would like to do an inventory inspection (PCC -PreCombat Check and PCI -PreCombat Inspection) and establish standard operating procedures (TACSOP -TACtical Standing Operating Procedure) on the inventory before we are no longer to see a merchant for a while. [Private to GM: Otherwise, you may have a lot of questions to answer this weekend.] In my absence please direct your questions to Ryan - if you want them redirected, please specify here Ryan. }
     "Oh! and lest I forget, Darus said, If you need armour or a weapon, Darus said they offer a sword and leather armour to all who have no armor and no sword. They have some in the crate, and you can be issued a pair.
     Hmm, Jacqueline need to hear this too, she was here a moment ago, did she leave when you all arrived? I have been bartering. Could you all keep an eye out for her, I do not want her wandering off alone, with the increased threat level, we need to use the buddy system for safety and security.' {We need to stay in pairs, could you all do a spot and listen check for her?}

{01:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
01:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
01:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 9 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, for Jacqueline; MQ.
01:45, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, for Jacqueline; MQ.}

After this conversation I return to my bartering, until I am distracted by an ork, making a ruckus wrestling. I turn to see Imbellem preparing to enter the ring and leaving his things in Dwalin's hands. When I hear what is happening a I take a moment from haggling to watch.

I turn around and mention to the guys while I head over to watch quickly. "AWw Man! I would have so been up for that fight! I was too busy to hear them clearly! Imbellem is pretty brave fighting that ork. Come on! Lets cheer him on!
     GO IMBELLEM! SHOW 'EM WHAT WE ARE MADE OF! HAZZAH! NIHIL SINE DEO!" I shout a credo. "We need a mascot and creed! It would make cheering easier." I chuckle to myself. My parrot replies, *Skwack! "Show em! Show em!"
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Everyone went dead silent. No one could’ve imagined this - no one. Not a single man among the spectators moved nor said a word.

Moments ago it was exactly the opposite as people roared, hollered, and cheered. Imbellem, that foolishly brave priest, had stepped into the circle against Grao, an orc whose size made everyone else look like children. He towered nearly two feet over the scrawny Imbellem, like pitting a bear against a deer. And spectators expected the match to proceed exactly the same way. The deer-like Imbellem made the first move and wrapped his arms around Grao’s legs, but the orc casually pried him off as though he were a clinging child. Wasting no time, Grao moved to takedown the small Imbellem, but whenever he tried, the priest would somehow muscle his way out of it (with what little muscles he had). This went back and forth for awhile, fueling the excitement of the crowd, yet their expectations had always remained the same. The outcome of a squashed priest was inevitable. Or so they thought.

Then it happened. How it happened, not even scholars will be able to adequately explain. . . but there was Imbellem - sitting on the giant orc’s back and pinning him to the ground. Grao was trapped on his stomach as the priest held his arm at an awkward angle. No one could believe what they saw. It wasn’t supposed to be possible. The shock wore off, and the crowd suddenly erupted into loud cheering as Imbellem was declared the winner. Imbellem waved his thin arms in celebration while he climbed off Grao’s back; he lent the orc a hand getting back on his feet. Amidst the cheering, Grao spoke to Imbellem as he stood, “I can’t remember the last time someone beat me.” At first, Imbellem expected an outburst of anger and spite, but the orc burst into laughter instead. “Good match. It’s nice to be challenged for a change, so you’ve got my respect. Well, my respect and this.” He handed Imbellem a chain shirt {Imbellem gains Chain Shirt}. In that moment, Imbellem could not have been more happy. He suddenly considered the idea of becoming a barbarian. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Meanwhile, Lady Jaqueline and Kelden conversed in the supply room. Kelden chuckled, “Best men. . . you don’t mean Lancil do you? I wouldn’t exactly call him the best man! Kinda an old scoundrel looking back, but at the time he seemed so cool to us kids.” They watched the last of the crates being steadily carried in by men at work, supplies to last awhile. Lady Jacqueline glanced at Kelden and noted his short blonde hair; in the past he kept it long. Of course, that was a long time ago a well. He’d changed a lot since then, but after all this time, he was still the man she remembered. He had responsibilities now - people relied on him, many people. But Jacqueline recognized the adoration in his eyes. An adoration he didn’t just give to the cause, but to her too. . . She coughed, “So that nobleman’s son?” Kelden smiled and spoke, “From Deon’s Rise, the capital. Son of the Hilitas family. They’ve been good supporters of our cause. Truly without the support we’ve received from sympathetic noble families near and far, I think our revolution would’ve fallen apart long ago. The Lord watches over his children” The men finished their work in the supply room and sealed the door to the Aqueducts. Kelden continued, “Well, everything’s set here. Come, let’s get your friends. There’s something I want to discuss with you all.” The walked back into the armory where there was a suddenly loud and excited cheering.]

“What going on here?” said a voice in the armory. Most everyone recognized the voice; the men hushed. Standing in the middle of the armory was Kelden, and next to him, Lady Jacqueline. Kelden continued in a strong, well-spoken tone, “Wrestling games are fine in the off-hours, but there’s still work to be done before tomorrow. You know what to do men. Hop to it.” Hastily, the men grabbed their shirts and scattered, respectfully returning to their tasks. Imbellem returned to his lingering companions who patted him on the back in congratulations. Kelden faced them and said, “And you four, meet me in my office. Head through the door along the West Hall, and you’ll find it. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I want to discuss our plans for tomorrow with you. The fate of the city is about to be decided, and there’s a role for you to play.” At that, Kelden departed, followed by Jacqueline ahead of the group.

Imbellem spoke to the others, “Things are getting serious, aren’t they.” “Yes,” Johannes replied. “We’re nearing the endgame.”


[Private to Herr Johannes: Samawah perused through the items swiftly and prudently. She seemed to favor leather, cloth, and glass while regarding other items more harshly. Finished, she offered her prices for each, as well as an additional 40 silver if the entire transaction was accepted. Otherwise, each individual item type may be accepted or declined.

Buying:
Dagger x1 - 2 gold, 2 silver
Javelins x5 - 5 gold, 1 silver
Canvas bag (large rucksack) - 2 gold, 1 silver
Canvas bag (medium backpack) - 1 gold, 9 silver, 4 copper

Total: 11 gold, 3 silver, 4 copper

Selling (small-sized):
Leather Armor x6 - 36 gold, 6 silver
Light Shields x6 - 7 gold, 3 silver, 8 copper
Robes (burgundy cloth) - 7 silver
Cloaks (black) x 6 - 1 gold, 4 silver, 7 copper
Shortbow - 11 gold, 1 silver
Quiver and Arrows x18 - 3 silver, 4 copper
Morningstars x6 - 13 gold, 4 silver, 4 copper
Javelin x8 - 3 gold, 2 silver
Pouches (soft leather) x7 - 3 gold, 3 silver, 6 copper
Belts (black leather) x7 - 1 silver, 4 copper
Bedrolls x2 - 9 copper
Backpack x2 - 9 silver, 6 copper
Bell - 5 silver
Waterskin x4 - 1 gold, 7 silver, 2 copper
Glass Vial - 5 silver, 3 copper

Total: 81 gold, 5 silver, 3 copper {+40 bonus silver for accepting the entire transaction}

Net Total (if fully accepted): +70 gold, 41 silver, 9 copper]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Samawah perused through the items swiftly and prudently. She seemed to give standard pricing on most items but gave a little more for glass objects.

Buying:
Flasks x3 - 1 silver
Club - 2 copper
Bootknife - 2 gold

Total: 2 gold, 1 silver, 2 copper

Selling:
Studded Leather Armor - 13 gold
Small Wooden Shield - 1 gold, 2 silver, 3 copper
Glass Vials x3 - 1 gold, 5 silver, 2 copper

Total: 15 gold, 7 silver, 5 copper

Net Total (if fully accepted) : +13 gold, 6 silver, 3 copper]
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The slight jingle of Imbellem trying sliding into his new steel-shirt slightly broke the tension. "What a swell fellah," he said, as he buttoned up his green shirt over top of his steel shirt, not buttoning it up all the way so some of the steel could be seen at the base of his throat. "I sure hope we get the chance to meet up with him again. Nicest Orc I've ever met." He added with a smile, rolling up his sleeves so the edge of the steel shirt could be seen at the base of his forearms as well. Though remaining in a good mood, Keldens orders made him slightly nervous. "I dont know this guy as well as you all do," he said in a whispered tone to the others, "You dont think hes up to something sneaky do you?" Shaking around slightly to make sure everything was back in its place with his new armor and sliding his cloak over it all, he posed another question. "I shouldnt have to be worried about walking into a trap in these next few seconds, do I?" He asked nervously as he flipped up his hood.

[Private to DM Ryan: Mon 30 Mar 2015: Imbellem Tueri rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17))
Mon 30 Mar 2015: Imbellem Tueri rolled 14 using 1d20+5 ((9))
Mon 30 Mar 2015: Imbellem Tueri rolled 24 using 1d20+6 ((18))]
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After the match I look to Imbellem, "I never doubted you for a moment!"

Before we go into Keldon's office I visit the merchant to see the prices on supplies and to purchase several items.

Lady Jacqueline casts a quick glance at Imbellem and curls her lip. "Glad to see he fits right in," she murmurs. Hearing the buddy-system suggestion, she locks a gaze with Johannes, nodding once in his direction, signaling partnering with him without saying a word. Soundlessly, she follows after Kelden, keeping a wide eye and ear out.

{01:23, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 26 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
01:23, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.

I may go back and get more bows for my arrow.. But I think I'm okay right now. I'm not sure.

Cody, let me know what you need me to get.}
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“It’s so shiny,” Imbellem said, admiring his new chain shirt. Beneath a green tunic, the links were still exposed around his wrists and neck. It was a little loose around the chest (due to lack of pec muscles compared to its previous owner) but it was nothing too bothersome. Imbellem had a wide smile on his face.

Most of the armory had cleared out, but a handful of people remained. Boko and Samawah were still there; the old orc was busily going over their newest inventory while the Olseeni merchant examined goods from her last transaction. Everything was business as usual. Johannes spoke, “Come on, let’s catch up to Kelden and Jacqueline.” Walking fast, the group left the armory.

Kelden’s office wasn’t hard to find. Entering the West Hall, they passed through a door along its southern side and continued down another passage. At the very end, Kelden had left the door open to his office. They stepped inside. Jacqueline was already there, admiring an ornamental bow hung on the wall while Kelden read a last minute letter at his desk. His desk was a wide, oak table covered with stacks of parchment and letters; people rarely mention the paperwork involved with being a leader.

Kelden finished reading as the group arrived. He stood and seemed confident, even excited. “I'll start with this. My friends, even though I’ve met most of you only this afternoon, it seems as though we have known each other for much longer, like we were old friends. Do you feel this as well? I believe it is more than just mere coincidence that brought you here with such timing. It was not an accident. It was ordained. Tomorrow morning, all our plans come together, and there’s no turning back now. But in the last month, we’ve lost many of our strongest men to fighting with Larlben and Steyus, men we absolutely needed for this mission. I’m an adventurer myself and I recognize another when I see one. We don’t have that many people with strength as great as yours and mine. Even though you’ve risked much coming down here and finding this place, some men will question if you can be trusted, or if you should be permitted to be here at all since you aren’t senior members of the cause. But I disagree. I think you’re arrival was the Lord’s will, giving us just the strength we need to ensure victory. Everything is about to change.”

The group gave Kelden their full attention. His tone was bold and inspiring, the voice of experienced orator. He continued, “Tomorrow at midday, all the outposts are going to unite for the first time and begin an open uprising. We’ve already taken some key points, like the gate in Upper Herrod, which will make it easier to secure the city. However, we hope to have the false Duke Steyus in our custody even before that! This way, the least amount of blood will be shed. Before midday, at dawn, a small party of our strongest men and women here will be infiltrating Castle Herrod itself! This is only possible because we discovered a secret entrance into the castle that we can reach through the Aqueducts below it, slipping past all their main defenses. Elora and Darus will be in the party along with a handful of others, and it’ll be led by me personally. At daybreak, we’ll be taking a small ship across the Bay of Andor and be dropped off at a certain sewer drain along the other shore, not far from the castle wall. That passage alone leads to a secret entrance which will take us into the castle. Being small and fast, we’ll then sneak and fight our way straight to the throne room and capture Steyus, hopefully before the uprising even starts. With him in our custody, the City Guard will have no choice but to stand down and things will finally change. The revolution will be fulfilled! Corrupt politicians will be removed, and we’ll arrest each and every pirate who haunts the streets of Herrod, chasing them out of our city once and for all! What do you say my friends? Are you with me?”

Imbellem whispered to the others, “Man, this guy sure can make a speech!”


[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Sense Motive ~ Kelden appears both stress and excited, both likely as a result of tomorrow’s impending events. He seemed calmer when giving a speech, his voice steady. He seems to be speaking truthfully.]

[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja:

Buying:
Flint & Steel – 1 gold, 2 copper
Torches x6 – 6 copper
Oil Pints x2 – 1 silver, 9 copper
Hammer – 5 silver
Belt – 4 copper
Belt Pouches x2 – 2 gold, 1 silver

Total: 3 gold, 9 silver, 1 copper

Net Total (if fully accepted): -3 gold, 9 silver, 1 copper]
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[Private to DM Ryan: I accept the price and purchase all of the listed items.]

"I'm up for it! There's no chance I'm coming this far just to watch someone else finish the work. It is time that this corruption comes to an end." I look over to Johannes, "You have a little bit more experience with something like this. What else do we need to do to prepare before we set out?"

"Sounds like a party" Imbellem chuckled to himself as he looked off to the side. "Havent been invited to a party in a while..." He mentioned under his breath "Besides, its been a while since me and Sir Bonks-a-Lot got to really go at it." Everyone in the room looked at him with a confused expression. Slightly shocked and not doing very well at holding back his laugh, Mikael finally asked what everyone was thinking: "Sir Bonks-a-lot?... What in the world is that?" Imbellem looked at everyone with a blank face, slightly caught off guard by their reaction. "Ya know" He said reaching under his cloak and bringing up is Morningstar. "Sir Bonks-a-lot. He bonks." He said as his confidence began to fade, lightly swinging his mace in an up and down 'bonking' motion, "A lot. Like... Hitting... people with..." He looked around the room as the smirks began to erupt from all the faces. "Look i was young alright, I felt like he needed a name. Dont judge" and with a huff, Sir Bonks-a-Lot was hidden back beneath the dusty old cloak. "Before anyone gets a chance to mock me, Im in. Ill do anything I can to help the people of this city. Everyone has been so kind to me, its only fair to them that i repay the favor."

Dwalin listens intently to the speech, occasionally looking at his companions to see there reactions. He waits for someone in the party speaks up before he responds To kelden."Well I'm ready to rid this city of its corrupt, dishonorable leaders. Its been to long since I got to swing my axe at someone. What would our mission be? "
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     "I feel as well, that we have known each other for a long time Kelden.  We seem to be very much of like mind.  I appreciate your trust in us.  We are here to fight and end this, I suppose I should speak for myself first actually, I am here to fight and end this tyranny and my men are... {I pause to wait for their response - I would guess that from their posts, they all reply, 'with me!'}. There are certain things I hate, oppression of the innocent is one of them. I have seen it too often and too long.  The innocent suffer while the arrogant and selfish feed on the life of the just. I will not any longer see this evil and stand by. This corruption in leadership I will suffer no longer. I think our goals and reasons are aligned, but I want to hear it clearly before I commit fully.
     I am with you Kelden, -on the condition that:
     1) my soldiers and I work together.  We are not going to be split up into other units.
 And 2) the condition that in spite of personal vendettas our enemies will be shown treatment appropriate to their humanity.  They may be misguided, and some of them evil, but they should be treated as humans still.  If men need to die, do not torture them.  If enemies are captured treat them fairly. Women are to be treated with respect. However, opposing forces who will not yield and who are evil may be destroyed without mercy.  I do not want this to become merely a time to punish those from before in a political demonstration, and become what we disposed.  We must follow our morals and fight with honor. I do not ask you to take prisoners if it would risk the mission, but I ask for the assurance of our continued commitment to our values.  There is much hate on both sides, but we must have the stability of our fixed morality and truth, lest we are swayed by emotions toward actions incongruent with our honor and the honor of our Lord and Saviour.  We fight to preserve life, do we not?
     Then again, are these not the values upon which your organization is committed?  I want to hear from you as the leader, what values do you live and, if necessary, die by?  I want the truth to come from you instead of the hearsay from others.  Many have said otherwise about your character, but I wanted to hear it straight from the source. And I wanted my men and women to be here to hear it from you."

In an effort to confirm what we have heard and put our doubts to rest, I directly and firmly address Kelden.  One might call it aggressive, but this is not the time to keep things to myself, this is not the time for half meassures.  This is time to put doubt to rest.  If we are to fully commit, let us know what we are committing to.  I do not mean to question his purity, but the lives of my men and our commitment to what is right are my charge and I take it very seriously.

[Private to GM: {I do not want to question my cousin's integrity in front of my men and women, but I will not be tricked again. I will be direct and clear. I will not let someone hoodwink me again. I think he will understand. His motives appear pure, but I cannot risk that they are only a facade. This questioning will not tell me what I need to know, but It will give me a chance to define things clearly and consider Kelden's words.  I would hope he does not feel disrespected, but it has been a little while since we played and fought together on the open steppe of Vaterland.  He seems pure in his motives, but I still feel the sting of betrayal by Adwonus, and worse, of Rysan.}]

I ask Kelden one more question in this set of questions.
     "I wanted to confirm who this aggression was against as well- Steyus and the Pirates? Or is Larlben included in this?"

     "Team, we will need to stop by the merchant one last time before we sleep." {I will talk to you more over the phone, or in person this weekend to cover all that I need to cover- there is a considerable amount we need to do still for our (PreCombat Checks) PCC and (PreCombat Inspections) PCI. First we need to address any misgivings we have about our mission- one step at a time.

As always, I stay aware of my surroundings.
{01:15, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness, MQ.
01:15, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 12 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

I consider very intently and astutely Kelden's reaction reply to my questioning. I watch how his face looks when I ask and consider his expression.
{as·tute: (əˈst(y)o͞ot), adjective, 'having or showing an ability to accurately assess situations or people and turn this to one's advantage.'}
{01:18, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 20 using 1d20. Sense Motive, of Kelden; MQ.} -NATURAL 20

Stifling a giggle at Imbellem, Lady Jacqueline nodded inn approval towards Kelden. [Private to DM Ryan: The distant echo of ocean waves filled her mind with nostalgia; it had been a while. Curiosity and wonderment also filled her senses about where her father, Red Jack, may have gone to, too. In fact, she kept a wary eye out for everyone here, but did anyone seem to notice?

06:38, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Sense Motive.
06:38, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
06:38, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.]

“Everything we do here is to protect the lives of all people of Herrod, to free them from this tyrannical corruption that has lingered over their families for years. All their lives, they’ve known oppression by the pirates and by whomever they chose as their puppet to rule as Duke. No longer I say! No longer can we allow evil to be our government manifest. I can tell you from my own experience, that I have felt the cruel sting of injustice. When Ivan Steyus was handed the Dukedom two years past, my family felt wronged but we accepted it nonetheless, so great was our respect for the King’s decision. But not long after, we discovered the truth from hidden documents revealed to us, that Steyus was no true appointment. Lo! He’d conspired with the Council of Eight, that vile council of Pirate Lords to ensure he was made the Duke! Hearing this, I did nothing less nor more than speak the truth to the people and let them know who ruled over them, and alas, he imprisoned me for it. I’d be in that cold cell still if the Lord was not on my side and aided my escape. Now I strive to render the justice robbed not only of me, but of the corruption that has robbed this entire city of its moral dignity. And I’ll do all I can to preserve that moral dignity. I show mercy where it is due and justice where it is due. Those enemies who repent will be treated with dignity, and those who continue to support this evil reign will fall. The false Duke Steyus is our mission. And after we have the city’s resources and can move on open streets, the Pirates will be uprooted just the same. Larlben too would’ve met justice for his crimes, but in case you hadn’t heard my brothers and sisters, he has fallen, and I bear no ill will toward a widow and son for the crimes of the father. No, our goal is clear. Our goal is to expunge evil once and for all. And friends, realizing our goal is nigh!” [Private to Herr Johannes: Sense Motive ~ His voice was calm and smooth throughout his speech, and his body stilled by conviction. You'd reckon he's telling the truth.][Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Sense Motive ~ His voice was calm and smooth throughout his speech, and his body stilled by conviction. You'd reckon he's telling the truth.]

Kelden finished his speech, the boldness of his voice still resonating off the walls. Assured, Johannes nodded and held out his hand in a firm and welcome position. Kelden grasped his forearm in reply, locking arms as in a handshake as soldiers did in ancient times. Kelden continued, “You may of course remain together. I know exactly what it means to be a team, to be companions, and I respect that bond between you.” “Thank you,” Johannes replied. They released their handshake, and Kelden stood before them. “Now my friends, it is early evening still. I suggest getting some rest or relaxing a while longer. In about fourteen hours, we’ll be setting sail from a ship docked on the northern edge of the Bazaar, cutting directly across the bay to the castle on the other side. We’ll be leaving together here just before dawn, but know we can’t wait for you should you be late, as dire as that would be. Now I must return to work; even though the sun has not yet set, there’s still much to do before it rises. God be with you my brothers and sisters.” At that, Kelden returned to his desk.

Soon after, the party departed and headed back toward the central main room of the base. Invigorated, they found themselves in a cheerful mood, despite the looming immensity of tomorrow’s events. As they walked, Mikael and Imbellem conversed in whispers. Johannes glanced behind and pleasantly asked, “What are you guys talking about?” “Oh, nothing!” Imbellem hastily replied, trying his best to appear innocent. Johannes lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, but both Imbellem and Mikael nonchalantly continued walking, pretending to admire the stonework. After a few moments, Johannes shrugged and resumed looking forward. Discretely, Imbellem finished what he was saying to Mikael, “I’m just saying, the Elvish Tickler - think about it.” "You’re really going to embarrass me one of these days,” Mikael quickly whispered in reply. . .

Returning to the main room, the place was still alive with activity but was starting to calm as men drifted to the sleeping quarters for an early night’s rest. Tomorrow, as the party now knew, was going to be one hell of a day. They themselves began to feel tired as the day caught up with them. For some of them, the night before had not been a smooth night’s sleep, but rather a frantic and intense experience at Larlben Manor. Some rest was due. But before the party could head toward the Sleeping Quarters, they heard a sharp, hushed sound. “Psst!” They glanced about searching for the source and found it. Red hair shined near the edge of a pillar, one of many wide, rectangular pillars in the main room. Then half a face leaned out from behind it, exposing a green eye, watching them. It was Elora, simply watching them as though she were a peeping child behind a tree. Her green eyes were fixed on them. It was rather creepy in fact.
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The sharp 'Psst' caught everyones attention, and Imbellems gaze drew directly to the lovely piercing eyes he had become so fond of. He institutionally began to wave as his usual 'Elora Infatuation' showed itself, but his arm stopped moving upward as it was was quickly shut off as the paranoia he had collected over his time as a wanderer began to take hold, and his goofy smile halted. He leaned one way over to Mikael and whispered, "Im all for a lovely womans attention, but rarely does anything good come after a, 'Psst'" Imbellem took a step forward, as Johannes was slightly in front of him and place his hand on his shoulder, talking behind his ear in a hushed tone so Elora was sure to not hear him. "This is weird. I dont like this. Why is she hidden and why does she ask for my- er, our attention in such a... Sneaky way. Usually id be all over this, but I'm going to follow your lead on this one. Something is up."
Imbellem looked quickly around the room for any others who may be looking at them, as well as Elora, trying to see her environment and if there was in fact an ambush waiting ahead. Unlikely, he thought to himself, but better safe than sorry.

Imbellem Tueri rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Spot check Elora.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 19 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Elora.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 18 using 1d20+6. Spot check area for other suspicious actions/people.

Lady Jacqueline rolls her eyes, and heaves a sigh. "Oy, goofball, she's just being quiet and friendly," Jacqueline mutters to Imbellem, gently peeling a finger of his off of Johannes' shoulder. She smirks, but turns towards the green-eyed girl. "What is it, Elora?"