|Douglas Muir 406|
Sergeant Kir looked terrible. Takka could tell, though why exactly wasn't obvious to him. "Sergeant...? Ah, Sergeant, please, I need help. I know you must be busy, but... I... I think something terrible is about to happen to the Wardstone... or, it may already have happened!"
Takka explains his dream to Kir and pauses every so often to make sure this is registering with him.
After a minute or so, it's pretty clear that it's not. Kir is...
reaction roll: 1d20 ⇒ 11
...not hostile, but he's not really engaging with what you're saying. "I... am sorry for your troubles, kobold. But I have troubles of my own. I need..." he pauses and seems to think for a moment, "...I need... a drink. Of something... really strong. Several of them. I need to be completely..." He shakes his head. "Anyway. Don't listen to dreams, kobold, and for all gods' sake don't try to follow them. That way, madness lies."
He turns and walks away.
-- run after him and try to continue the conversation?
-- shake your head, let him go, and continue on to Irabeth's? or,
-- throw up your hands, go hom and go back to bed?