Re: Chapter 2 - The Trial of the Beast
All the new pieces just made the plot soupier and Vadim was content to finally dry off with a thick slice of the creature that tried to swallow their investigation, the turning of tables adding some extra relish to his meal. He hung his shirt, coat and sash as near the fire as he dared, laid out the contents of his various belt pouches, and lurked as close to the flames as he could with out scorching his own skin; he felt a chill in his bones after the past few hours that the looming and shady swamp did nothing to dispel. The smell of Darcon's onion stew caught his interest, however, and Vadim rounded out his meal with a bowl.
When the chance arose the old digger had a quiet word to Lazne, urging the headman to keep all of the blood caiman's bones collected and intact. Vadim knew that the University sometimes paid for the bodies or skeletons of unusual specimens, and so did other collectors; he figured Morast wouldn't suffer for the extra income, if someone turned out to be interested. "You folk have suffered great loss this past year; is best to welcome all small gains as you can," he finished.
It was with some wry amusement that he watched the knight try to teach some of the youths, village kids eager to boast a few tricks they'd learned from a veritable hero. Vadim wasn't above sharing a cup or two and being toasted by a few of the locals, and in turn was a mite toasted by the time he bundled himself into the carriage. He chatted briefly with the coachman about the state of the roads and conferred with Shade and Jonah on which of the merchants in the Flats they should each drag away from their suppers.
Once all were agreed he settled deeper into the scent of steamed leather from his warm -- if not entirely dry -- coat. In the tradition of shift-workers and military types the world over whistling snores began to escape his nostrils soon after they were on the road, although his hand seemed to fidget through his pockets even in his sleep. Not long after he nodded off a book dropped to the floor of the carriage, dislodged from a pouch by his wandering hand.
If anyone picks up the book, it's a handwritten 'Blue Book' of Lepidstadt; studying it for 1 hour will add "a +2 circumstance bonus on Knowledge (local), Bluff, and Diplomacy checks to gather or use information in that city."
Vadim will also be asking about what level of skill would be required to remove a face as was done to poor Dowd, and who might have that skill locally (let me know if that requires another check; he's happy to drag people out of bed if it gets that late).
18:08, Today: Vadim Karamazov rolled 17 using 1d20+7. Knowledge (Local).