"I've gotta horse, sure. I wouldn't mind a bath to wash the road off before I get more on me." He chuckles and angles to wrap another cigarillo. "...and I finished my last contract not 2 months ago. I was coming home after word of troubles in Sandpoint hit my ears in Kaer Maga. Since y'all squared that away, guess I'm left lookin' for work as it were."
Camillo finally turns to give the wooden boy his attention.
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Talking about him like he wasn't sitting right there, Camillo asks Vidar, "And what do you make of this little fellow? I don't think I have seen his like before. Seems to be alive, but seems to be wooden. Can both be true of other than a tree?"
There is no animosity in his gaze, just interest and amusement.
I'm a mage, to be sure! Sorcerer, to be specific, though my power stems from the arcane arts used to animate me, so you could say I walk the line between Blood and Tome. Specifically, I'm an illusionist and Enchanter.
I have a few theories on how this happened, should you wish to hear them. I've learned to ask before explaining because I tried to explain to a bar keep once and the guy's eyes went all crossed before he declared me possessed and almost cut me into kindling! The nerve! I had to charm him just to get out!
As he talks you feel your eyes start to water. You realize it's because the puppet doesn't blink. His eyes are just... Open.
"Uh-huh. Sounds like you and Vidar have some notes to compare. He was a little wooden boy in Riddleport once, you know." Camillo salutes Pinocchio with his flagon and gets up, hoping to disappear with Ameiko for a moment or two.
Within slowly glances at Ameiko as she places the pitcher in his hand and then takes a drink. The whole while eyeing the little talking puppet over the top of the drink. "Seriously...what in the blue hell is it? I mean...it talks? Cast magic 10 times better than our wizard.....does it do tricks? Some one ask it to dance! I bet it would be hilarious! By Gorum's tin cup I know it would!!"