Of Kings and Commoners - Kingmaker AP

Game Master RPGGGM

Fire Damage Dealt by Numalar: 29

As Happs throws the clay vial, Numalar puts his arm in front of his space and shouts: "May'luch!"

His skin seems to erupt in a sudden carpet of two-inch scales that look like solid gold. The vial strikes his shoulder and bursts into a ball of flame. Numalar roars as the fire ripples down his side and he turns back into a gnome again. He growls as an arrow strikes him in the abdomen.

Numalar's eyes blaze with bloodshot fury. "Clever, Happs, Numalar pants, blood seeping from his mouth. "But fire will not save you! It will be your doom!"

I believe that Bella and Fronar go before me (unless they delay). But to speed things up I'll put my action on here now; it will go off after Bella and Fronar. So, on Numalar's turn,

Numalar runs over next to where Luna and Valeska are engaging Happs. "Now Burn! Qa' quv!" Numalar pops another thing into his mouth and again exhales a gout of fire.

From my new position I can aim downwards on the map and get Happs, B2, and B1.

Burning Hands Reflex DC 16: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 = 7

"Hope you liked that, bastards..." Numalar says, though his voice is barely above a whisper now. He has gone very pale and is shaking. He grimaces as the fire continues to burn him and he chokes. My system can't take much more of that... I'm getting too old.

I didn't put out the alchemist's fire...: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Numalar side is smouldering now and everyone nearby can smell the scent of burnt flesh... though not just from Numalar. He collapses to one knee for a moment, but shakingly struggles back up. He levels his spear and looks around. "Anyone else?" he says through gritted teeth, a burning fire in his eyes.

Thought the fire would take me out there but I'm at 1 HP assuming I didn't get any healing. I will use windy escape again if I am hit by a weapon (not a splash weapon!).

Valeska, feeling a bit self conscious shifts and continues her assault on Happs.

atk, aldori, flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
dmg, aldori: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Adding rp to my last post

Zokons last shot goes wide of the mark like the one before that....

What are you doing this isn't a game, this is real now prove yourself worthy

Zokons exhales deeply and lets his hands take control, he concentrates on his breathing... in the space of two breaths he looses two arrows at the fleeing Bren...

Under his breath "Fall dammit... fall

sorry - site's been down for me since 11:45 am this morning til now... JUST got back in

Celyne finishes her summoning spell and an eagle appears next to Happs, or if he's no longer up, next to the closest bandit that IS up...

to hit, talon: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
dmg if hits: 1d4 ⇒ 3

to hit, talon: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
dmg if hits: 1d4 ⇒ 2

to hit, beak: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
dmg if hits: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Then Celyne casts 'create water' and douses Numalar and as much of the area around him as she can with water to put out flames.

If Happs is still up, Luna tries to shred him...

claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
dmg if hits: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
dmg if hits: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
dmg if hits: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

If Happs goes down, Celyne calls her off before she rakes him... if he's still up:

rake: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
dmg if hits: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

rake: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
dmg if hits: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

If Happs was already down, then Luna would have moved and gone for the closest one that was up, and made one bite attempt, but the first attack I rolled was only a 7, so it would have missed.

Then Celyne casts 'create water' and douses Numalar and as much of the area around him as she can with water to put out flames.

SPLOOSH!

Numalar is suddenly drenched in water. A cloud of steam pours off his smouldering wound, momentarily obscuring him. Coughing and sputtering can be heard from within the cloud.

When the steam clears, Numalar stands there, drenched in water. His hair and moustache hang limply down and his eyes are wide; his hat and clothes have become shapeless, and he stands in a rapidly expanding pool of water.

"Y-yes," Numalar sputters, spitting out water. "Achoo! Thank you, yes... that... did the trick."

:)

The smell of flame, burning wood, and flesh pervades the courtyard as the last remaining bandit watches his companions die a fiery death or being clawed by celestial eagles. The bandit drops his bow and falls to his knees.

"Mercy! Mercy!" he shouts, not wanting any more of the fire from Numalar. "Please don't kill me!"

Oleg comes rushing around the corner of the building with two buckets of water in hand. He throws them each on the burning wagon and manages to douse the flames. The wagon will be all but useless at this point but at least it didn't catch the guesthouse on fire.

Out on the plain, the bandit Bren screams as the first of Zokon's arrows plunges into his exposed thigh. He tries to pull himself up to a steadier position when a breath later the slayer's second shaft drives into his chest. The young man falls from the horse dead before he hits the ground. The two mounts, now freed from the burden of a rider speed south with all haste. The other horses can also been seen heading south across the plain as well.

"Please don't kill me," begs the bandit once more. The man casts an apprehensive and fearful eye toward Luna that stands watch over him.

After tossing down the empty buckets, Oleg rushes over to the body of Happs. Ignoring the sick smell of the bandits burnt flesh he begins to look through his clothes. Oleg checks out every pocket, pouch, or storage place on his body. "Where is it?!" he continues to say as he searches.

"Where is what?" Celyne asks curiously as she calls out to Luna to 'guard', while she checks the fallen to see if any still live.

heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

She will stabilize any who still live.

Where are we in initiative?

"Stay back Oleg, until this is concluded. For your own safety. What are you looking for?"

Sorry, just went ahead and concluded combat with the bandits surrender. He's at 1 HP so he's not about to do anything. So we are not in initiative order, just go ahead and post.

"Well done all, now lets question the last one and check for equipment"

"Don't tell me what to do in my own house," Oleg says as he continues to look through Happs' body. "I'm looking for Svetlana's wedding ring. Bastard stole it the last time he was here."

Finally, exasperated, Oleg gives up the search of Happs. He then moves to the bodies of the other bandits and searches them.

Now that combat is over, Numalar, still dripping wet, begins shivering. "Um... woulddd anyone hap-p-ppen to have a t-t-towel?"

I am assuming no PC has such a thing - don't think it is even on the list of stuff you can buy :)
Numalar wanders over to the house and knocks, and if Svetlana answers he politely asks for a towel. After drying himself off moderately well he gets his blanket from his gear and drapes it over his body, trying to warm himself in the cold early spring air.

"W-w-wedd-d-ding r-ring, eh?" Numalar shivers. "W-w-whateverr these t-thiev-v-ves hav-ve thatt wwas once yourrrs shall be yourrs ag-g-gain. Andd if-f-f these mis-s-creants ddo not have this r-ring, I swear b-by the Nine P-P-Princes wwe shall find it and r-return it tto you."

Numalar looks around at the bandits and their gear.
"B-But as for th-th-the rest of these... we, of c-c-course lay claim to anyth-thing else they have as the spoils of b-b-battle. When they s-sent us the Swordlordds p-promised us little otherr than this. You unddderstand, I h-hope."

Numalar looks over at Celyne, working on stabilizing the other bandits.
Unless they have CON of less than 10 I think all of them are probably savable.
"Let us m-make sure th-these ones are secure, y-yes?" Numalar then looks over at the one conscious bandit. "And what are w-we to do with y-you, eh? You m-may have esc-caped the fire, but f-for your crimes you still d-deserve the noose or the sword. Any p-p-preference?"

"Numalar, please. Let us find out if this one is redeemable first before we offer the noose or the sword. Also, perhaps you'd like a quick break before you enter hypothermia?" She says with a teasing smile.

She then casts Cure Light Wounds on Numalar, then lights a torch with Spark for him to carry (for warmth).

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Numalar finds the door to the common room barred but after banging on it Svetlana indeed answers.

"Oh you poor dear!" she says as she sees him standing before her shivering. She then rushes to the back where she comes back with a blanket for him.

"Is it over?"

Stepping outside she looks around and notices the dead bodies, the burned wagon, and Oleg digging through the other bodies. "Oleg! What are you doing?" she says as she rushes over to her husband's side.

"Looking for your ring. This is no place for you."

Svetlana inwardly agrees as she struggles to keep her stomach from turning over at the smell of the burned flesh. "It is no place for you either," she answers, pulling on the arm of the husband. "It is only a ring. Leave it for now." The young woman manages to pull her husband away from his search and into a hug. The two embrace for a moment and she whispers to him, "It's over now, my love.

Oleg pulls away from the embrace of his wife. "It's not over now," he says to the others more than his wife. "This isn't all of them. I"m sure the others will come. Either when the horses make their way into camp without their riders or enough time has passed for this group to have been back. And then they will head straight here This is only beginning."

The proprietor of the trading post then takes his wife's hand and leads her back into the common room and away from what must be done with the remaining bandit.

"Well I got the one outside eventually... but the horses bolted. Not sure if we can recover them.."

Oleg's digging through the bandits pockets and pouches helps with the collecting of booty. In the end, after bringing in the dead body of the boy Bren, the group makes a pile of the goods taken from the bandits.

"My crimes?" says the man as he kneels before the others. "What crimes? I was only riding with these men for protection. I had no idea what they were going to do. You attacked and I defended myself. W-What crimes?! There has been no crime here. I-I've never been here before in my life!" The man continues to kneel as he pleads his case.

Bella would like to find out if he's telling the truth.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Bella has a hunch that parts of his statement don't exactly add up but she also believes there is some truth to them as well. She knows that it will take further, pointed questions to discern what is truth and what is not from the man.

Valeska merely watches, this was the unpleasant part. Victims' emotions were expected. Oleg and Svetlana would deal with events in different ways.

Svetlana, do you recognize this man? Gather the facts...

"Thank you, Bella and Svetlana," Numalar says, warming himself.

"In the meantime, perhaps someone good at riding could go after those horses? We can use the two 'Bren' had to catch the others. They will run for a little while, but with no one to egg them on they will slow to a walk soon enough. Perhaps bringing along some feed would help."

KDM, can a gnome ride a normal horse? Or do I have to stick with a smaller mount like Gertrude?

Numalar fetches his charter from his belongings, then returns and looks over the prisoner. "Well, boy, I'm afraid that the act you were caught in was banditry, and our charter from the Swordlords says quite clearly: 'The punishment for unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope.' There isn't really any wiggle room." Numalar smiles.

"Perhaps you are saying that you are a repentant bandit? In that case we would not be required to execute you... but you can hardly be considered 'repentant' if you deny any wrongdoing." So you better confess, boy. Start talking.

BTW guys I am happy to be the 'bad cop' here if that is what is needed. I am not actually insisting that we kill this guy.

"Oh, and what is your name, anyway? I can hardly keep calling you 'boy.' Well, I suppose I could if you prefer. How old are you anyway? Do your parents know you are out here doing this?"

"Unrepentant bandits look like tiger food to me... but as my friend says, repentance is a whole other matter. Perhaps you might have a change of heart... but that would have to start with admitting of a crime to begin with." While the threat is very understated, it hangs in the air that being tiger food doesn't mean being dead first...

Celyne ruffles Luna's fur and keeps her close. There may be blood in the air and on the tiger's palate, but actually EATING human flesh is a habit Celyne doesn't want to instill in her companion. Instead, she offers Luna a tidbit from her pack, some dried fish, as a reward.

She watches and listens to the captive carefully, trying to gauge his honesty and attitude, not just from his words, but his body language as well.

sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Numalar looks over the pile of loot now that the bandits have been searched. He eyes the silver amulet curiously.

Appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Fronar, do you want to do your spreadsheet thing to track the loot?

"And what about this 'Stag Lord' you mentioned. Does this amulet have something to do with him?"

Of the stuff that's here, I think Zokon should take the composite bow as it will give him +1 damage (maybe Valeska would want his old bow?). One of the 18-DEX full BAB characters (Zokon or Valeska) should probably take the alchemist's fire. The characters with bows can split the arrows between them. Anyone who doesn't have a backup weapon could take a longsword or shortsword or the dagger. We keep the food and the gold obviously. I can't think of anything else we can use there. Numalar can't really use any of the medium-sized weapons or gear.

Loot link will be available from my alias always. If GM would like, he can also place the link at top of page.

Fronar moves to the bandit and begins an "interrogation" He breaks up questions outloud with subtle messages meant only for the bandit.

Bold = outloud, Italics = silently for only the enemy to hear

"As you can see the tides are changing around here. With it will come a new way of doing things." "Those with the foresight to see this change, will stand to prosper greatly" "You have an opportunity here to denounce the failed leadership you may have been forced to follow." "New, POWERFUL leaders will rise." "This 'Stag Lord' is already finished, whether they know it or not." "Don't take the punishment for them, they would not do the same for you." "Your cooperation, could save you." "I can save you from death, and in return, you can work for me. I know how to take care of my family." "We'll start simple, do you know the where-abouts of our host's missing ring?" "Wealth, fame, whatever you desire... I will make these a reality, but you have to choose right now, where your loyalties lie."

Fronar is beginning to lay the ground work for a network of spies and followers. He hopes to "turn" this bandit and use him for information gathering

I'd say valeska for the alchemists fire as she will want to be close and I'll happily hand over my other bow

Before heading inside to get away from the interrogation, both Oleg and Svetlana admit that they have never seen the man before.

The man kneeling before the group is in his mid-twenties, certainly not a boy. The only one that could be considered a 'boy' was Bren who was about 17 years old. He has thick brown hair and mustache and, at the moment, scared brown eyes. He looks at each of the companions before him, searching for hope in the faces of any that he might believe would take his side.

"Crimes? What crimes? Falling in with the wrong crowd? If you remember, I was the one who said that perhaps we should just surrender!"

The man certainly feels that he has a case here for mercy. "I was told that we were coming here to accept this couple's tribute to the Stag Lord, the rightful ruler of this land. I knew nothing of bullying, extortion, or anything like that. If was you lot who fired first on us, remember? I was doing nothing other than defending myself. I wanted no part of any of this!"

As Fronar leans in and speaks to him, the man has his first spark of hope. "I can't admit to things I didn't do," he whispers to Fronar. "They will kill me for what I admit to. Whatever you want, I'll work for you, but I don't want to die." The man's pleading eyes hold to Fronar's.

The man then speaks to Bella, "My lady, it is clear that you are a priestess of the Dawnflower. May the light of sun look within my heart and show that there is no evil there! Please don't let them kill me."

"My name is Felton, Jon Felton," he finally answers to Numalar, hoping that knowing his name will make it more difficult to murder him.

"Well, Jon Felton, perhaps you will agree, if all you want is honest work, to do honest work. Perhaps Oleg will have you as a hired hand for room and board, but you'd understand if you'd have to earn his trust. And perhaps in time, he'd let you work for coin if you prove true... Or you can work for us if he won't have you. But we can't just let you go, as I fear you'd return to your old life and report back to your Stag Lord, which would be unfortunate. For you, I mean."

"I've never met the Stag Lord!" replies Felton. "Yes, I'll do honest work, whether for you or Oleg matters little to me. I just want the chance to live out my days in peace."

would this be a good time for a sense motive check on him?

Everyone gets the sense that although not completely truthful, he is not being deceptive. All people are complex individuals and most have something to hide. Perhaps that is all that is going on here? Perhaps there is more to it than that? But it is obvious that the man has never been there before, he seems genuinely surprised that you all attacked them, and he also feels that it was unjustified. He also genuinely feels that he is innocent of the charge of banditry. None of those watching get any other sense or feeling in their gut about Felton.

"I believe you, Jon Felton." says Bella, her heart warmed. "You are a man who has been mislead and wronged, placed in the worst of places. I will do what I can to help you, but know that I am only one member of our company."

She then moves to Jon's side and raises her hand as a vote.
"As long as this man does not take advantage of our trust, by the Everlight I vote he be spared. Who among you is with me?"

Leaning in to Jon, "I TOLD you, I could save you." "I agree, if merely socializing with criminals was enough to condemn a man, admittedly I would not be here. He seems forthright about his unintentional part. Everyone makes poor choices at some point. Mr Felton is the kind of person who merely needs a little guidance, and the opportunity to make his way in the new world." "Never forget what I have done for you here, I may call upon you for a favor in the future."

The only one that could be considered a 'boy' was Bren who was about 17 years old.

Numalar is 105 years old. If Jon is in his thirties, Numalar would probably still call him "boy". :)

Numalar frowns, clearly unimpressed. Rightful ruler? The 'Stag Lord'? Not likely. Could it be? Hmm... Numalar thinks about thus 'Stag Lord,' trying to rack his brains to think of any noble house or line that might have a rightful claim here, possibly one with a stag on their coat of arms. Also if 'Stag Lord' is a legitimate title of something.
Knowledge (Nobility): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

I am guessing I will come up with nothing, or at least no names that Numalar would recognize as having any real claim on the stolen lands. If not I can always "remember" those details in a later post.

"Your story, Mister Felton, strains credulity in so many ways. Any reasonably honest man should have realized what sort of folk he was among before long. Are we to believe that you responded to an advertisement in Restov calling for tax collectors to serve the Stag Lord in the Stolen Lands? I assume 'Stag Lord' is some kind of title. What is this 'Stag Lord's actual name? Hmm? On what is his claim to these lands based? The fact is that no-one here had even heard the term 'Stag Lord' until today. How could such a man be the 'rightful ruler' of anything? And how could you pledge your fealty to a man you never even met?"

Numalar leans hack, exhaling, and folds his arms.

"You story, Mister Felton, is rather ridiculous. Meaning, young man, that you are either a Liar or a Fool."

Numalar lets that hang in the air a moment.

"Nevertheless, it seems to be the opinion of my friends that your life should be spared provided you can become a productive member of society once again, instead of the leech you allowed yourself to become. And for myself I am not one to take lives wastefully or without necessity. Anyone could make something of themselves, given the chance."

Numalar smiles, this time kindly.

"But we must be certain that your contrition is genuine. You must understand that we do not trust you yet. Therefore, you must swear an Oath on your life, that you have repented of evil, will henceforth commit no crimes or trespasses against another, will answer truthfully all questions we might have about this land and its occupants, and will not undertake violence except in defense of your own life or the lives of others, or as directed by us. Lady Celyne here will administer the oath... she will cast a spell that will not allow you to utter a false oath. If we require it you must also submit to this spell again if your honesty is questioned. Do you agree?"

I vote to spare his life... if he helps us with information. . Such as the bandit camp location

Wasn't saying that to Numelar he wouldn't be a 'boy' but wanted to be clear because there was one of the bandits who by human terms might have been called a 'boy'.

Numalar can't think of any current house that would have a rightful claim to this land. Old Taldane houses might but they are probably long gone. There are lots of houses that have a stag in their sigil so that does him little good here.

Felton looks up at Numalar as if the gnome is crazy. "Every day on this world men willingly die for Lords they have never met. Who am I to demand to meet this Stag Lord before agreeing to go along with this group? Some times in life, gnome, you have no choice in mattes and you do what you must do to survive. I'm sure in your privileged life you've never had to face that. But you will, gnome, mark my words, all men must face it some day."

As it appears that his life will be spared, Felton stands once more. "You have what you hold, gnome. You would do well to remember that considering where you are. If this Stag Lord says that he is the rightful lord to this land and he has the strength to hold it, then he is. And nothing other than force is going to change that."

"Cast your spells if you wish. I will forswear violence except in defense of others and pledge to continue forswearing evil in all its forms, and whatever else will help you sleep at night but I will pledge fealty to none of you here. So far I have seen nothing worthy of such fealty."

Jon Felton looks to Valeska, Bella, and Celyne. "Which of you is Lady Celyne?" he asks politely.

Celyne casts her spell (touch of truthtelling), since he said he was willing, "Repeat that vow now, and we will call it all good, then young Jon. Don't worry, all will be well."

As Celyne reaches out and touches Felton an inverted gold key with a city in the ring, the symbol of Abadar, floats in the air above Felton's head. His body is bathed in a bright white light as he begins speaking.

"I, Jon Felton, swear to avoid violence except in the defense of myself or the innocent. I swear that I will continue shunning evil in all its forms and that I will tell this group all that I know about the camp of the bandits."

Felton then looks at Celyne, "Is there anything more you require?"

Celyne smiles and shakes her head... "No, I think that's enough. A good oath, young Jon. I hope your life turns around now a bit and goes more smoothly... Especially with no intended do-gooders like ourselves making your life miserable. I'm sorry for the rough treatment you got and I'm glad your life was spared. Perhaps a hot meal, if good Svetlana would oblige... I'd be happy to pay for it, if you've no coin, or perhaps you can barter your strong arms and back for room and board here?"

"Thank you, my Lady," Felton says with a smile and a bow. "I have coin though... and food, and a sword, bow, and arrows," he says with a look toward the pile of items taken from Felton and the others.

"Or does the good gnome consider that his spoils from his attack on me?

I think you should be able to keep your belongings, especially if you intend to help defend yourself or others. She turns with a little scowl to Numalar who seems most likely to object, but her lofted brow is a question to all to see if they agree.

Valeska looks him over.

If it were possible, would you mind being garrisoned here? Your job would be to work under Oleg and Svetlana's supervision and protect this place.

"It's settled then. While no harm will come to Mr Felton at our hands, does he seek employment and a place to call home? As stated earier, I'm sure with a little persuasion and time; You could be a valued contribution to Oleg's trading post." Fronar's cheerfulness turns serious, "Mr Felton, we do need to prevent retribution from your former companions. Would you be able to point out their camp on a map, or provided directions, ANYTHING you could tell us, would be greatly appreciated."

"I wouldn't exactly call them 'companions'," begins Felton, "but yes, I can point it out on a map and tell you what I can of the place. I'd tell you to steer clear of them for as long as possible but seeing as you killed Happs, either way you'll be facing Kressle. She and Happs were... well, I wouldn't call what they had 'love' but they were together. She'll be bent on revenge for sure."

"As to working here, yes, I'd be glad to help out. I have some skill in carpentry and such so I can lend in hand getting this place more stable. If Master Oleg will have me, that is."

As if on cue, Oleg exits the main house and walks over to the group. He carries a small, wooden chest in his hands that he puts on the floor. Opening it up, he says, "I'll have no man... or woman... shed blood to defend what's mine without taking reward. Here's payment."

Inside the small chest are two small bags that appear to have coins in them along with three potions. Oleg picks up two of the bottles, "All these were crafted by Bokken. These two have healing properties. This third he says will provide protection to anyone in a fight." He puts the two bottles back in the chest. "I figure you all will have more need for them than I will."

"As for the stuff from this scum, I'll buy it from you as well. It will help me to replenish my stock. Svetlana and I would also like to welcome you all to stay here, no charge. As long as you need be."

The gruff proprietor seems to be less tense than he was the day and night before but he knows that all this is far from over.

Chest contains 50 gp and 2 potions of cure light wounds (1d8+4 each). The third is a potion of shield of faith +2. Oleg will buy the items for 60% on the dollar. Feel free to negotiate with him if you wish.

"Perhaps the amulet might be a token of passage to this place... but I don't know about you folks, I don't feel we are ready to take on an armed camp of bandits in their lair... perhaps we should explore around Oleg's a bit and make sure there are no other threats in the area, and be ready and close by when the bandits send out a search party for their missing envoys."

"I agree. We are no warband nor army. Our interests should remain in defense."

Bella will take 10gp from the bandit spoils, and 8gp from the chest. She'll leave the potions for the other people.

Most generous, Oleg. The elixers will be useful. But, the money... I personally didn't defend this place for money. Relationships are much more valuable.

Would you allow Mr. Felt on to come on as carpenter and guard? Fair work for fair pay?

She turns to Ceylene. Yes and no. I like the idea of waiting for a search party. Take them on in smaller groups, on our terms. But, we can't wait overlong. We can't leave the outpost until they... all of them are dealt with.

"Don't insult me, young lady," Oleg says to Valeska. "Give the gold to your friends if you wish but I deal in coin as well as relationships and I pay those who help me."

Initially, Oleg wants no part of the deal in helping out Jon Felton but the wisdom and gentle words of Celyne and Bella finally convince him to give the man a chance.

Initially I was going to roll a Diplomacy check but given Celyne's high Dip and Bella aiding her I figured it would be an easy make if you Take 10 so that's what I did.

"We have a lot of work to do on this place," he says with a glare to Felton. "If you slack up in any way or I don't like the way you look at me or anyone else under my roof you will be out of here. We understand one another?"

Felton nods his agreement and offers his hand to Oleg. The older proprietor fo the trading post huffs and his brow furrows but he takes the proffered hand.

"Daylight is burning," Oleg says after shaking the hand. "Let's see what we can salvage of this wagon and then get rid of the rest."

Felton nods and immediately goes over to look at the wagon with Oleg.

No insult intended. She moves to look outside from the gate, wondering when they'll come.