Iagon Idrantis |
Iagon says his part first, wishing the Professor a safe journey to the arms of the Lady of the Graves. When finished, he walks solemly to the caretaker, smiling warmly as he nears the man. I can't thank you enough sir; it was difficult to properly say our goodbyes with such a crowd present as we had earlier. We were more focused on caring for the young Miss Lorrimor in her grief, though she has proven stronger than any of us had known. I'm sorry, but I'd ask another boon of you. You see, I'm a historian in my own profession, and your Restlands here is quite a work of historical significance. Would you be willing to guide me through a quick tour, so that I may better portray this significant place in my writings?
Diplomacy or Bluff, as you will
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Iagon Idrantis |
Iagon nods and falls into place behind the man and Kara, his face a picture of interest as the man shows them the wonders of a bunch of dirt and dead people. I certainly hope that the others can make the best of these few minutes alone.
No worries; same here