Ashe will pause... pulling out a few sheets of paper he carries in his handy haversack. He will ignite those few empty pages letting them burn...mostly to nothing~ before stamping them out and scattering the ashes... as if the papers he retrieved from the cabinet 'were' burned. Then he leaves the room with the record filepapers and bloodstone retrieved from the cabinet safely stowed in the bag of holding for later study.
"Yes, .... let's retrieve remains and quit this accursed place..."
Ashe leads the way back down to the underground docks and the waiting barge. He will board the craft and check to it's sea worthiness...
"Yes lets be out of here"
Jord follows a little crestfallen that they were not able to submit the Rakshasa demons to true justice
"Let us do Graxer all honour, do you know which deity he followed?"
Ashe nods solemnly clearly the loss of the Dwarven companion has struck deeply, " was one of the 'Sons of Battle'; he was an Inquisitor of ."
Ashe leads the way back downstairs to the Upper Caverns under the palace... to recover Graxer's body.
Whispering solemnly to the slain dwarven warrior, "Forgive this disturbance of your rest friend .. but this lair of evil is no proper place of rest for OUR honored dead. Just a little longer and we shall lay you to rest..with all proper honor as befits a son of !"
Wrapping his body in a blanket Ashe picks up Graxer and jumps off the upper cavern ledge trusting his to lightly bring him down to the docks level far below.
Ashe lays Graxer on decks of the barge.. and readies the craft for sailing... waiting for Jord and Edmund to arrive.
Ashe is caught off guard by the sudden monstrous appearance...
He tries to identify the creature as he draws his sword and readies his shield...
Ashe stands his ground remarking, "Master .. a glitterdust to scare away or a lightning bolt to fry this beasty would be much appreciated right about now!"
Majenko hisses loudly at the sudden attacker and takes flight from Ashe's shoulder... but instead of fluttering up into the shadows, the tiny pseudo-dragon flutters just out of melee range with the creature and stretches out his will to his orbiting Ioun Stones and unleashes the stored spell... a spray of silvery magical missiles strike unerringly at the beast clamoring onto the barge...
Jord attempts to identify the creature
Unless he recognizes the creature and realizes this is a bad plan, or somebody shouts something to the contrary, Edmund will seek to fry the creature with lightning.
CRAAAACKK!!!!
Edmund casts a spell and a bolt of lightnig flashes across the deck of the barge and engulfs the bizarre creature. Unlike a normal bolt of lightning, however, this one continues to crackle and dance along its area, granting concealment beyond 5 feet within the area, and total concealment beyond 20 feet.
Reflex save DC 21 for half damage
Sorry.
Ashe takes the hit... a bit startled at how ferocious and BIG the beast is! Clearly this is no simply guard beast... it is dangerously powerful!
The soft subtle silvery radiance that always seems to wrap Ashe in a not-quite visible light of divine protection fades as his Vindicator's shield ends...
Ashe utters a soft prayer in celestial to his goddess... and suddenly he begins to bleed... from his neck, wrists, chest, and sword hand... a glow of crimson radiance glints from under his armor where the wounds opened.. and his cloak once white turns blood red crimson.. the tangy iron taste of blood fills the air about him...
He lifts his shield to 'high-guard' taking a defensive fighting stance...
Majenko hisses in frustration.. smelling blood in the air.. and seeing multiple wounds open on his friend Ashe...
The tiny dragon 'stoops'... diving for the barge deck to the discarded that was dropped when Ashe began to start readying the watercraft to depart...
Majenko plunging his head into the bag growling an hissing in draconic... some rather ..."colorful"... metaphors.. as he searches for something to use on the aquatic beast... his tail thrashing comically back and forth, Ioun stones wildly adjusting their orbit to keep up with his posterior's thrashing about as he is almost swallowed by the bag...
Jord moves up to the creature drawing his longsword
he then attacks
This round, Edmund casts the requested glitterdust on the creature. Will save DC 20 or be blinded.
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It only does damage up until Edmund's following action, so no further damage. The lightning was gone.
This round, Edmund just flings magic missiles at the creature.
Ashe blocks the single reefclaw strike off his shield harmlessly raising his sword to strike back...
When both Ashe and Jord hear Majenko's telepathic message,
Ashe casts an uncertain glance at Jord~ meeting his eye; not fathoming what the tiny dragons meant... as he knows there are no magic staves in the . But he shrugs... keeping his shield in 'high-guard' position, fighting defensively...
Ashe swings twice with powerful over-hand strike at the beast...
Then reluctantly.. he follows his little dragon friend's instructions and take a step back out of melee range...
Majenko roots around in the bag...and squeal/chirps excitedly finding what he was seeking...
Wriggling his way back out of the bag... he has a ...Rod in his mouth... specifically one ..once carried by ...
Frantically flapping his wings the tiny dragon takes flight.. a little sluggishly with the weight of the Human sized rod.. meant for human hands but in flight he transfers the rod to his clawed feet with his tail wrapping around the Rod for better leverage on its bulk... as he ascends some 20'ft up and a total of 30'ft back from the reefclaw...
Exerting his draconic will upon the magical he unleashes it power directing it at the Reefclaw...
Targeting just behind the reefclaw... a mote of fiery red energy is unleashed from the rod and grows and roars into a flaming conflagration of death as a fireball detonates behind the Reefclaw expanding to a 20'ft radius encompasing a 40'ft globe of fiery doom!
Jord unleashes a pair of attacks and then also steps back 5ft
Demoralize Opponent
You can use this skill to cause an opponent to become shaken for a number of rounds. This shaken condition doesn’t stack
with other shaken conditions to make an affected creature frightened. The DC of this check is equal to 10 + the target’s
Hit Dice + the target’s Wisdom modifier.
Success: If you are successful, the target is shaken for one round. This duration increases by 1 round for every 5 by
which you beat the DC. You can only threaten an opponent this way if it is within 30 feet and can clearly see and hear
you. Using demoralize on the same creature only extends the duration; it does not create a stronger fear condition.
Fail: The opponent is not shaken.
Jord leaps trying to get a start on swimming for the side
Ashe moves running to grab the that was on the deck of the burning watercraft and snatch an arm around Edmund's waist to get him off the burning vessel as well!
Then.. with his takes a short leap to the docks...
Landing on the pier that was only a few feet away any ways, Ashe shakes his head and chuckles slightly, ".... I think you used a little too much 'dragon-might' on that one!"
The tiny dragon is fluttering about at first gleeful hissing and chirping excitedly over his ability to aid the party in actual combat...
Then finally realizes the results of his exuberance and flies down to hover near Ashe's shoulder,
The dejected tone in his telepathic words is clear to everyone... and very cute even in itself...
Ashe can't really stay upset and just smiles chuckling even more... but settles on merely saying, "..Thank you, friend , for your assistance... but perhaps you should just be a tad more careful in the future? But considering how fragile indeed the barge was.. in hind-sight perhaps it is best we did not use it?"
The tiny dragon lands on Ashe's shoulder tail wrapped around the ... and affectionately nuzzles Ashe's cheek in appreciation...
Turing to the party, Ashe smiles, "..but fear not, , all is not lost... I have another way for us to use the Waterway to escape...!"
Ashe reaches a hand into his and pulls forth.. a ... complete with a howda on its back...
OOC: And fragile it was indeed as Majenko's fireball only did 20 points of damage... which would barely get through a strong wooden door considering the enormous number of hit points most vehicles have comparatively speaking... unless the vehicle is already damaged in some way.
It's a knackered old barge... and think of the dramatic, nay, cinematic effects... :)
OOC: I hate to double post.. but I'll just move this along...
Ashe holds the marble figurine in hand over the side of the pier... pondering briefly, "..I think I will name you... ..."
Focusing his will upon the statuette he calls out, "Come forth.. ... your master calls!", and he drops the statuette into the water...
But the figuring does not sink... in fact it begins to grow in size and the trumpet of a Bull Elephant is heard as if coming from a great distance... down a tunnel ...but rapidly approaching!
The Figurine grows into a full-sized white elephant... as it floats in the water the beast shuddered... lifting its trunk from the water to trumpet a reply to his master's call... as it stoney skin take on the subdued tones of flesh and blood.
The White Elephant waits patiently in the water... howdah on his back his eyes taking in the heroes on the pier.
Turning Ashe invites, "All aboard... he may not be a fast swimmer but... elephants are Very Strong swimmers.. shall bear us from this accursed place."
With no further comment Ashe steps onto the back the beast taking a seat in the Howdah... making room for the others.
Once everyone is aboard a gentle tap from Ashe and he commands , "...swim from this cave and make for the south around Korvosa's cliffside.. we are heading ... by water to the Grey District..and the Cathedral of PHARASMA."
makes no reply other than a grunt of effort ... but begins to swim down the natural cave tunnel from the pier out to the waiting sea as if it completely understood Ashe's spoken commands...
Majenko coils around Ashe's armored shoulder like a heat rock... tail still gripping the ... as he begins to cat-nap... clearly knackered by ALL the day's activities...
Ashe himself rides in silence contemplating the next moves.
I hadn't thought that Edmund was on the barge, since the thing attacked as soon as Asherick went aboard, so Edmund did his spellcasting from shore.
He is very grateful to see open air again, though saddened that they exhausted all places in the labyrinth and did not find any trace of his son.
Jord rides along, and blinks in slight dazzlement in the suns light.
"Where to now, do we have a base of operations or a safehouse, I would like to join you if I may, helping to get this city back into a semblance of order"
It had already been a busy day for Iňuksuk. Something about the recent riots and plague must have triggered some sort of survival instinct in the people of Old Korvosa. While making his rounds this morning, he had learned of four new pregnancies and many of the soon-to-be mothers were not living in the best of conditions. He finished making his rounds with Nini. Things still weren't good, but after days of crisis after crisis things were strangely calm this morning. New babies and no need disasters. You must be up to something Old Deadeye. Knowing the priests of Pharasma are going to be better at looking after these new families than he could ever hope to, Iňuksuk headed for the Grand Cathedral to see the clergy, giant white tiger at his side.
As swims out of the sea cave under the cliffs north of Arkona Palace... it is clear to Ashe that taking a westward course out into the Conqueror's Bay though it might be inconspicuous under the high cliffs of the heights allowing them to travel south mostly unobserved... the height of the Merciless Cliffs on the western side of Korvosa would be completely un-scalable by without traveling miles to the south out of their way. It IS, after all, why the city planners never bothered to put any defensive walls to the western heights of Korvosa~ literally they are unassailable with cliffs some 80 to 100'ft in height below which the crashing and treacherous surf dash against the shoreless base of the cliffs unceasingly; that natural defensive wall more than enough to deter any attacker from attempting a landing on such a uninviting coast.
Ashe ponders briefly the gain's of being unobserved with hunted passengers like Neolandis, Orsini and possibly even by now the themselves versus the impossibly obvious risk of riding a large white elephant through the streets of Korvosa~ literally announcing their presence and course of travel to the ~ and by proxy Queen Ileosa not to mention any lurking trying to reacquire their trail if they should take a easterly landfall on more accessible beaches of Korvosa.
Not an easy choice... but... with a sigh Ashe decides again.. that magic is perhaps their best answer to the issue, and he directs to head west out to Conqueror's Bay moving the shorter distance toward their destination... under the cover of the treacherous cliffs on the western side of Korvosa. He directs to give a wide respectful distance to the dangerous surfs that dash the Merciless Cliffs beneath the Cliffside districts of Korvosa where the Nobility make their homes.
Ashe gazes up knowing exactly where on the Cliffside heights the location of resides. Seeing no lights on the cliffside of the Grand Mansion... knowing that would be the western library in his home where a light is usually left lit by Marcum until dawnbreak he hopes that means his family is safely away from Korvosa~ the Manor empty.
To those riding with Ashe in the Howdah.. the cliffs to the west are Clearly treacherous and completely un-ascendable for miles heading south along this shore! There is no obvious way to get up those cliffs without a treacherous climb... and no actual 'shore' to even land on...
Jord rides along, and blinks in slight dazzlement in the suns light."Where to now, do we have a base of operations or a safehouse, I would like to join you if I may, helping to get this city back into a semblance of order"
Jord's words break Ashe out of his contemplation, "..er.. ah.. not really. For a time some of our members were using abandoned home... but I fear all of those members have likely already fled the city or have been ...possibly 'dealt' with by the Red Mantis Assassins if not the Grey Maidens. home is known to have been a meeting place we used... and I would not bring the Queen's Wrath down on any other place we have met before that is not completely unassailable to her designs. I am making for the Cathedral/Fortress of PHARASMA... only there does the Queen's reach not extend. Of course you may join our efforts , I am Certain, I can not accomplish what needs to be done for Korvosa on my own!"
Following Ashe's gaze up and deducing some of his concerns, Edmund asks, "How is it you are controlling this elephant? Would a fly spell cast on the creature be useful here?"
"I could also simply cast fly spells on everybody here."
Following Ashe's gaze up and deducing some of his concerns, Edmund asks, "How is it you are controlling this elephant? Would a fly spell cast on the creature be useful here?"
"I could also simply cast fly spells on everybody here."
Ashe turns to smile at the Sage Sorcerer, "..its not 'really' and elephant... it looks like one but its actually a magical manifestation. So.. it understands common speech and obeys the orders of the one who activates it. Yes, thank you, a spell on the elephant would allow it to carry us all up the side of the cliff to our destination... such was my plan.. but I was going to use a limited duration item in my possession; a . But your flight spell would be better in that once a feather token is used it looses its magic.. I'd rather save the feather token for an emergency."
Edmund leans in close to Ashe, casting the fly spell on the elephant, and whispering to Ashe,
He smiles kindly (though still with a sad countenance) and pats him on the arm before straightening up and hanging on tightly in anticipation of take off.
Edmund leans in close to Ashe, casting the fly spell on the elephant, and whispering to Ashe, ** spoiler omitted **
He smiles kindly (though still with a sad countenance) and pats him on the arm before straightening up and hanging on tightly in anticipation of take off.
Ashe smiles touching the elderly sage's hand affectionately in return briefly whispering in reply...
Ashe gently nudges as the spell is cast, "Up ...take us to the clifftop... now you can fly!"
The white elephant trumpets a short reply... as he still moving forward rises out of the water smoothly and soars into the air with the grace of a cloud...
The view is nothing short of SPECTACULAR, as the jagged cliffs to the east march past as the white pachyderm soars into the sky... up over the edge of the clifftop and the panorama of the heights of Korvosa fall away below spread out for all to see. The rise of the Grand Mestaba with the tight cluster of towers and parapets of Castle Korvosa atop its summit seen in the morning dawn is breathtaking! levels out soaring south-wise across the great city passing the oddly mysterious ruins of the six-toed gatefoot monument, and the wide terrace seating of the sinkhole containing the Kendall Amphitheater. Like a huge white zephyr soars over the equally mysterious Pillar wall~ a line of 100'ft tall monolithic pillars that are all that remain of what must have been a magnificent barrier of a now long forgotten civilization lost to the mists of history!
To ANY out and about this bright morning.. the flying white elephant must be a mind-wrenching sight, but apparently not to the flocks of Pseudodragons that call the rooftops of Korvosa home as several fly apace with the incongruous soaring white pachyderm chirping and trilling in delighted high-pitched hisses at the sight.
Ashe who was tired, can't help but feel his spirits rise.. the utter freedom of flight as his long lost father Thomas Endrin-Whiteplume knew astride his Hippogriff as a Sable Company Marine must have been like this! And a stab of old pain at the too soon loss of his father finds him again... but he has no more tears to shed for the long missing and likely dead father who never got to know the man Ashe has become...
But all to soon the large white complex of the Pantheon of Many temple complex passes below giving way to the slate greys of the and somber tombs of the mausoleums of the ...at the edge of which sits the high black marble walls of the Cathedral/Fortress of the .
Ashe indulges in one last aerial circuit of the vast fortress before urging to land at the main gates of the Fortress. Clearly not something one sees everyday... from the reaction of the guards and soldiers on morning watch as the huge white elephant soars to a gentle touchdown at their front gates and Ashe dismounts helping Neolandis and Orisini down... while the rest of the disembark from the Howdah as well.
Ashe turns to speak to the guardsmen, "...we must speak with Bishop as soon as she is available... dire events have taken place and need discussion!"
Jord puts his hand on Edmunds shoulder.
"A just reward, live the joy"
He was clinging on to Zephyr, she was flying at full speed, on his behest. They had to move fast, he did not want to be caught, or arrested, especially with his current cargo. The temple was in sight now. And it seems he was not going to be the only attraction. People seemed to have arrived. On an elephant? he shook his head, no time to wonder, as they began to make their approach.
She tilted her wings and he was almost thrown over the front, but years of practice made him anticipate the sudden stop and he remained seated.
she landed, he jumped off, pointing to a fountain nearby so she can have a drink after the heavy long flight
He heaved the extra bag from it's safe lodging and made it over to the crowd.
"Apologies!" he heaved, haunched a bit over "But I seek asylum for a very precious cargo..." he keeps his head bowed in front of the bishop. Formalities had to wait, this was more important than manners
The old man with the cane leaps off the back of the elephant, landing nimbly on the ground. He nearly tramples over some hippogriff rider as he runs to embrace his son.
No words are said for the longest time as two single tears quietly trickle down his face and he just breathes in the young man's scent.
Finally he pries himself off his son's shoulder and says, "When we couldn't find you in that Arkona dungeon, I'd given you up as eaten. Praise be to the gods you're alive."
Ashe is a little shocked at the attention the arrival has caused ... but chuckles at himself... pondering the flying white elephant for not considering the obvious.
At the meeting of Edmund and his lost son... Ashe stops~ at the heart-felt moment. He does not try to hold back the tears of joy in his own eyes... and prays silently
He does not approach letting their moment last... THIS is a paladin's reward... this moment... to bask in the joy of seeing the hearts and lives the paladin's efforts have brought together in happiness and hope!
Ashe feels well-paid indeed!
Even Majenko still cat-napping wrapped around Ashe's armored shoulder can feel the emotional swell of joy in the paladin's heart and though he does not waken.. he nuzzles Ashe's cheek affectionately.
Eventually Ashe turns to regard the remains of Graxer and somberly he bears his honored comrade's remains as he dismisses ... back to his hand sized statuette form,
Ashe gestures to Neolandis and Vencarlo to follow him over toward the dishevelled looking Bishop d'Bear ready to slip away quietly to her, but the arriving Sable Company Marine on his Hippogriff catches his attention...
Ashe moves to his side to help him stand, "Sable Marine, are you injured...? Fear not there is sanctuary here..."
Seeing the man is only greatly fatigued... Ashe rests a hand on his shoulder expending the last of his daily laying on of hands to remove his fatigue completely or heal any injuries not obvious... as a soft golden light suffuses where his touch fills the Marine with new rested vigor curing any disease afflictions as well!
He looks up, his breath restored, he could compose himself, but the urgency was still there
"If what you say is true..." he very careful lowers the sack places it on the ground, as he carefully unties the bindings, the content is revealed
"I seek asylum for these four eggs... I barely managed to get them away. I do not wish that the Queen finds them. If she goes of the deep end, and destroys our order, these will be last Hippogryphs in our care" he looks over to Zephyr, his heart skips a beat at the though of losing her to the mad queen
Then finally he bows in a more proper fashion
"Apologies again, I am Talin Moonscar, from the Sable Company. As you have said. I did not wish to interrupt anything, but the eggs were my top priority"
Ashe's eyes go wide and he smiles embracing the man by the shoulders, "..You are well-met then and bring a second joy to my heart for this day...more then I deserve I'm sure, the beloved Sable Company order of my father, Sir himself a retired Sable Company Marine in life, has been secured for the future! You have my fondest gratitude, Thank you Sir for your efforts to save the heroic steeds of the order!"
The tall young man's smile is genuine with startlingly shock white hair and frosty blue eyes as he wipes fresh tears from his grime stained face.. the sharp Chelish features of his handsome face make it clear... he can't be out of his teens yet! He is dressed in the gray apparel over a full suit of plate... a holy symbol of the Inheritor upon his chest and the armor cassock of white Iomedean robes under his cloak and over his grey tabard. Clashing with his raiment is a garishly colored Varisian Kapina scarf worn at his neck..clearly a treasured possession for the wear and tear it has endured. The youth is HEAVILY armed with various weapons.. certainly an adventurer for to the Marine's trained eye.. he bears them all well and in the practiced arrangement of a warrior use to Each weapon's use! Perched on ...or wrapped around~ his right armored shoulder is a sleeping amethyst scaled House-drake {what Korvosans call pseudo-dragons}... his little tail clutching some strange looking rod. But the most striking feature is that the young lads clothing and armor are splattered with much blood... some clearly from his own injuries. He looks like he has single-handedly been fighting a war on his own...
"Oh, forgive my manners, I am 'Sir' Lieut. of House Endrin, paladin & holy vindicator of the Inheritor IOMEDAE, well met again Marine ! Forgive my briefness.. I must talk with the Bishop.. for Seneschal of Castle Korvosa has been rescued ...and much must be done if the Queen's madness is to be stopped!"
Jord as usual has been staying still an observing the goings on, he notes the pause of Sir Asherick as he drinks in the touching re-union
I must be aware in these times as he must be allowed to let his guard down, and be free to act, so that his own hope is kept alive
As Sir Asherick makes his way to see the Bishop, Jord approaches Talin.
Obiously of Ulfen stock.. with a touch of exotic Varisian thrown in, Jords earthy tones do not completely cover his armour not unlike Talins own. An ornate tattoo covers his hand and disappears into his shirt sleeve, the sword of the Inheritor unmistakable in the ornate design.
"Well met I am Jord Sturmsson, Inquisitor of Iomedae, what do you need to be able to take care of the precious eggs, how can the Justicars best help yu in this endeavour so that we all can work together for the good of Korvosa?"
After his explination he gives Jord a grin
"And that's the easy part, wait till those blighters hatch..." he laughs loudly. Then a very genuine smile fills his face
"But having a friend and a partner like that" he motions over to his Zephyr
"No words can describe the joy and thrill. All the effort from egg to a true companion, all of it worth every night in the infirmary, every morning with half digested meat on your shirt."
Ineluki steps forward a bit hesitantly, as much was going on and she didn't mean to interrupt any of the excitement at the return of the Justicars. As if in spite of her shy demeanor, her brightly-colored clothing, all seemingly new, drapes about her like a rainbow. She does not bow to Ashe, but she does tilt her head slightly to one side as she speaks to him, her brilliant hair swimming around her head like living flame.
"Hello, Master Whiteplume, I am Ineluki from the far north, and Sarenrae has called me to your side to aid you in your endeavors. Long have I served at the temple here, cloistered with other priests in mostly studious works, but I have had a vision that my future lies at the side of the Justicars. Will you consider my path intertwined with yours and your companions?"
Akina hears the commotion outside the temple, and her curiosity gets the better of her as she steps to a window and watches. As she watches the adventurers clambering about, she slips out of the 3rd story window and takes residence on the rooftop, dangling precariously off, eavesdropping on their conversation. Stealth is not her goal, merely convenience, as she hangs over the edge with poise.
A quite large scarred man with a grim expression walks up to Ashe. He has the bronze colouration typical of the Shoanti but he has the black hair and blue eyes more common in a Varisian.
He is wearing a suit of mithril full plate armour that has obviously seen use but is currently quite clean. Adorning the armour are a couple of Varisian scarves and an elegant holy symbol of Desna is proudly displayed on an embroidered sash.
While very obviously effective weapons, the earthbreaker sheaved on his back, the longbow balanced on his shoulder and the steel klar that he is wearing on his left arm have some decorations on them. The scabbard of his earthbreaker is also adorned with some well done wilderness scenes
He bears only one visible tattoo, a tattoo of a crescent moon.
"This seems to be a busy place. If I am not mistaken you are Ashe, a distant cousin of mine. I'm sure that you'll be glad to hear that your mother is safe. It was she who mentioned to me that I might meet up with you here at the temple of Pharasma. If you wish I can tell you something of her, although I'm guessing that you'd want a little more privacy for that.
My name is Garridan. Although my home is here in Korvosa I have been travelling in a place where no news came from Korvosa and only recently returned to the city. You can imagine my shock and dismay to find what has transpired here. I've heard many, many different versions of what has happened. Some say that Queen Ileosa is a demon, some say that she has been the salvation of the city. I know that she has made a great many troubling changes but some say that these are for the greater good.
The name of your group, the Justicars, has been bandied about a fair bit. Some say that you oppose her majesty, some say that you are in league with her and are her greatest agents. That you merely pretend to be opposed to her in order to draw out others.
I've sought you out to find out what is actually happening and to see if I can help to restore Korvosa to peace and tranquility. At the moment, I am neither an enemy nor an ally of the Queen. Hopefully you can change that. It is very obvious that she is the key to saving Korvosa."
He then turns towards Talin
"I'd thought the Sable Marines were disbanded and outlawed? Perhaps you know what has happened to my brother, who is a member of the Sable Company. His name is Tarbast. Tarbast the Rotund as we know him. He is a tall, scrawny fellow with a notable scar on his forehead. Very proud of his Varisian heritage. He has gone missing and I've been unable to find any trace of him"
Although he has no weapons drawn, it is fairly obvious that he is alert for any signs of trouble.