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Zilroy stands uncomfortably sweating for a few moments. "It's in regards to a young lady. The matter is somewhat delicate."

He pauses a little more. "A certain Vagger told us to speak to Master Cran."

"I agree; we're men, not beasts."

Zilroy raps on the door and says: "Master Cran? We have a matter to discus with you."

"All right, let's talk to this Cran, then. You made a wise choice helping us, Vaggar. Perhaps the Daykeeper will forgive you your sins."

"Who is it who wants Phon dead, and why? Is it one of you two villains?"

"Yes, if you know something about Phon, I daresay you better tell us now." Zilroy unsheathes his own sword as well.

"Er...my name is Brother...Gilroy. We're here to tell you to leave Phon alone! And if you'll tell us who your boss is, we'll tell him right to his face...probably."

Zilroy looks uncertainly at the others for aid.

"Right...right. I was just about to suggest that." Zilroy looks miserable, but at least his hands aren't shaking. He steps out of his hiding place and follows.

"Breaking in?" Zilroy is taken aback. "I was hoping we could just...you know...try to scare off whoever is bothering Phon. Do you think it'll come to that?

Come to think of it, if this fellow sees a bunch of rough-looking men waiting for him, he may not show up at all. Maybe some of us should hide."

"Hello, Gallo. It's good to see another member of the Church interested in helping the faithful. Haven't I seen you around the cathedral before?"

Zilroy squints, trying to remember where he has seen the paladin before.

Zilroy spent another miserable night with his fellow acolytes. He heard no news from his wife, and once his head hit the pillow the shade of his ancestor appeared before him in his dreams:

"So, that Phon is a tidy little number! Maybe once you solve her little problem, she'll be really grateful. I remember one time I rescued a barbarian warrior-woman from the clutches of a necromancer. Once I blasted that bastard into the netherworld, she showed me a few tricks your great-grandmother never dreamed of..."

stop it, stop it, la la la la, i can't hear you...

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The next day, Zilroy arrives at the appointed site early, looking rather sleepy and glum but determined to help Phon (for his own health, as well as the glory of Lothian).

"Good day, Tusker. My name is Zilroy." He pauses uncomfortably, then mumbles, "Specterbane."

"Do you hail from Ptolus? No offense intended, but you have the look of a stranger to the city."

"Oh dear. Someone important, you say? Well, I...I don't want to make powerful enemies...

But it's not fair that Phon should suffer for an innocent love affair. I will help make inquiries, Father."

"Fears?" Zilroy echoes. "What fears?"

"Achoo!" Zilroy sneezes. "I think I'm catching a cold. As my Brother here said, we'd like to charge this man with assault and attempted murder. He already confessed some of the details to us; someone paid him to attack this woman."

"Of course, Sister. The city guard can take care of these paid assassins, although I fear that arresting one man in Ptolus is like trying to empty the ocean with a thimble."

If Zilroy will allow it, Phon is still clutching his hand, in need of the comfort of kinder folk. "Then I owe you and you companions a debt of gratitude Yarag. I heard what that monster said," she says, referring to the brown haired thug.

"He says he was sent to kill me. How is this possible? I'm no one important, just a simple seamstress. There must be some mistake."

"There, there. I don't know why anyone would want to kill a seamstress, but the Church will help you if you're in trouble."

"What does it say on that parchment, brother?"

I figured as much; just double-checking.

Zilroy keeps a suspicious eye on the ragamuffin as he moves to the woman's side.

"Yes, miss? The Church's light shines on both of us. Did these three men hurt you? If so, the light of the Daykeeper may be able to ease your pain. My name is Zilroy, sister. What's yours?" Concern plainly shows on his face.

Zilroy flinches a bit at the two ferocious-looking customers, but he holds firm to his holy symbol and doesn't retreat.

"You won't get away with this, by Lothian. You may as well let that girl go now."

delay until after thugs

Zilroy follows the other good Samaritans out the door, a look of concern on his face and his holy symbol clutched in his hand.

"Lothian, grant your protection to the innocent, and Gramps -- if you're out there -- you can help, too," he murmurs.

Zilroy sighed, a small beer untouched before him at his table. His wife returned the flowers he sent -- again -- and his sleep was disturbed again last night by dreams of his great-grandfather. The crapulent old spirit still wouldn't stop cajoling him into taking another stab at the life of a delver, not even after the deaths of Rhao and Rolscon.

He raised his eyes and was greeted by the sign of a brutish half-human...thing. Hmmm..., he thought to himself, if I had to have some kind of adventure, I'd like that sort of bloke to be between me and anything pointy. Just like Egan, but less hairy.

Zilroy
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Sounds good to me.

There is no "concentration" skill anymore. Did you mean "spellcraft"?

No, I was just confused. :-) I changed it to Heal.

Zilroy's character sheet is in his profile. He's kind of an unlucky schlemiel who's trying to gain some positive notoriety so that his great-grandfather's spirit can be at peace. I don't know if anyone here is Canadian, but I'm thinking a little bit like Louis Del Grande's character from "Seeing Things"; his wife threw him out, he has a "gift" that he never asked for, etc.

Now he's a cleric of Lothian and he's ultimately looking to impress the Knights of the Veil (where his great-grandfather was well-respected before wasting his life on gambling, booze and loose women).

4d6=12
4d6=15
4d6=13
4d6=17
4d6=6
4d6=13
4d6=14

So the scores are:
11, 13, 11, 14, 5 (dropped), 12, 13