Chapter One - Fortunate Meetings
Wondering idly to himself, for the thousandth time and tying his own head up in knots of verse and possible lines of reasoning, why exactly he'd been sent at this particular time, to sit and wait on the corner of this particular inn, in this particular city. No-one had said he had to sit in plain view, so he hadn't. He muttered as he mused from the comfort of a pile of broken pallets and barrels; it wasn't a pretty throne, but it was quite comfortable after a bit of wiggling.
It was just as he was starting in on "wondering; one thousand and one" when he saw the commotion and heard the call for aid. It seemed a little too serendipitous to really be the answer to his ponderings, but he knew better than to start second guessing chance encounters. Either way, before he could act he saw others moving in, almost like actors cue'd in a play. So he hunkered down into his hidey spot, willing to watch and see how this scene evolved before intervening himself. After all, no use risking his own skin if others were happy to put themselves in the line of fire. Besides, this situation bore some observation to see what was really going on.
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15:03, Today: Raelan rolled 15,7,12 using 1d20+4,1d20+4,1d20+4. Stealth, Insight, Perception.