Silver's Call

Game Master Treppa

Kintargo has always seemed a city apart from the rest of Cheliax. Separated from Cheliax proper by the Menador Mountains, it is physically apart. Filled with ships and travelers from far countries, it is culturally cosmopolitan, very different from the other major Chelaxian cities. And, despite the presence of the Church of Asmodeus, the stubborn independence that characterizes Kintargans keeps the flame of rebellion alive here.

Still, when knights of Iomedae defeated the Hellknights of the Order of the Godclaw and began calling for open revolution against the rule of Asmodeus and House Thrune, the citizens of Kintargo generally thought them naïve and foolish. Over the past few decades, the citizens and rulers of Kintargo have learned a great deal about keeping their heads down and not drawing attention to themselves, simply going quietly about their business and ignoring, as well as they could, inconvenient dictates of Asmodean rule. They feared the call to revolution would result in disaster.

House Thrune acted swiftly to declare martial law in the major cities, including Kintargo; much to the surprise of the citizenry, who had not risen in rebellion at the call of the “Glorious Reclamation”. Thrune sent one of its own, Barzillai Thrune, to be Archduke of Ravounel: a surprising move, since nobles in favor tended to remain in Egorian, leaving those nobles who had made a political misstep to be shipped to the hinterlands in virtual exile. But it was rumored that Barzillai had volunteered to rule the archduchy, and, when Kintargo’s Mayor, Jilia Bainilus, disappeared ten days ago (on a ship bound for Andoran, according to some rumors), he moved in to personally rule Kintargo. To help keep order in case the Glorious Rebellion infected Kintargo, he imported Hellknights from the south and began enlisting loyal Chelaxians in a sort of home guard, called the Chelish Citizens’ Group.

Seven nights ago, outspoken leaders of seditious groups and prohibited faiths disappeared, along with several buildings which were burned to the ground. The Night of Ashes left underground groups leaderless and in disarray. Whatever membership remains of such factions as the Sacred Order of Archivists, the Bellflower Network, the Silver Ravens, and the worshippers of Sarenrae and Milani has gone to ground. Seven proclamations issued by the new ruler have caused tension and unrest in the city, with citizens fearing worse to come. Tension has only increased when minor protests have been dispersed by the new dottari, Hellknights of the Rack.

The first major protest in the week since Thrune took power in Kintargo is rumored to be starting soon. The gathering will be in Aria Park, immediately south of the great Opera House where Barzillai set up his residence. The people plan to gather to protest the occupation of Kintargo’s seat of power by Paracount Barzillai, and the imposition of the seven proclamations. It seems the independent spirit of Kintargo is recovering from the setbacks of the past ten days.

Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, dozens of Kintargans have begun to gather along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor, Paracount Barzillai Thrune. The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city — an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations. These actions and more have called many of Kintargo’s dissatisfied citizens here on this overcast morn. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer.

The protest has been bruited about for a couple of days, though nobody knows exactly when it is supposed to start or what precisely will happen. Some of the locals move with purpose, assembling into tight groups which are starting rough chants to make their positions known; other citizens wander around between the chanting clusters, curious or perhaps trying to make up their minds about what position to adopt.

Street vendors, taking advantage of the unusual opportunity, set up their carts nearby, and the fragrance of hot food wafts through the air as a few children dash between the protestors, chasing one another with screams and laughter. The event could almost be festive, save for the undercurrent of tension and the silent vigilance of the half-dozen or so guards lined up in front of the opera house's tightly closed doors.

Go ahead with intro posts for your characters, including a physical description and any RP you wish to start with the others. Once everyone has posted, the action will continue.

Moonstep wrapped her cloak tighter and pulled the hood lower over her face. From her vantage point atop a boulder along a wall she watched, her casual stance belying her growing nervousness to anyone who happened to notice her.Her eyes moved from the citizens to the guards and back, a part of her mind noting the children and hoping they'd be quickly out of the way if the whole situation went bad. They'd be trampled in the panic or outright slaughtered by uncaring militia or guards.

Odors of cooking food wafted toward her, a reminder that breakfast was hours gone. The presence of the food vendors irked her, "[i]Fools.[i/]", she thought. "[i]What good is your silver if your life is forfeit this day?[i/]" The premonition she felt earlier raised the hair at the back of her neck this time. Once again she spotted the tall dwarf and tiny halfling in the crowd and wondered what brought such an odd couple here.

As she kept watch she unobtrusively checked her inventory once again, sleeve daggers and boot daggers in place, stilettos in their sheathes under her hair. The rapier at her waist was loosed and ready should she need it. The small crossbow and bolts attached at her back would slip into her hands with a light pull. "[i]I really should pick up a blowgun. I can make the poisons easily enough. It would come in handy sometimes.[i/]", she mused to herself.

As they wandered around the park a bit, checking out the scene, Pansy looked over at Fredrick. "I think we should separate - we can cover more ground that way looking for this guy. I'll head over towards the Opera House, why don't you cover the back half here? If all else fails, we can meet over by that rock," pointing towards a large boulder with a half-elf perched on it, "in half an hour or so." After Fredrick agreed, Pansy moved toward the Opera House, keeping her eyes open, looking for the contact and any possible trouble erupting. As she moved, she hummed a little tune to herself while making up a ditty as she went about the irony of the new mayor taking up residence in the Opera House. Could he be an actor in costume? Or playing a part? I know he isn't really, but it is kind of funny. This will make a great song if I can just get that rhyme right...

Pansy is a lively little halfling, almost always humming a tune and her walk more closely resembles a dance than a sedate ambulation. Her hair today is a dark brown with bright yellow and orange ribbons wound through it. You never know what color it will be tomorrow! Most halflings try very hard to blend into the crowd and be unnoticed, but Pansy comes from a very flamboyant family, and has been raised to be supremely self-confident and unafraid. She has also been taught some fighting skills just in case someone takes exception to this colorful little flower. She makes her living primarily through telling stories and singing songs in taverns and small theaters, and has a small but loyal following.

As i spilt off from my friend Pansey i headed towards the Iudeimus Tenement spending time looking for the man wearing one black glove but not finding any trace of him after searching for a bit more.I started back
frusterated that i havent found the person we are looking for thinking he must be some where in Aria park i headed to where Pansy pointed out the large boulder with a half-elf perched on top. When i arrived i looked up and ask'ed the cloaked half-elf if there is any room up there so i could get a better look at my sroundings i also told her me and my friend are looking for someone and a better veiw of the srounding's might help.

Moonstep noticed the tall dwarf moving in her direction and watched him curiously. His tiny friend wasn't with him. As he drew closer she looked for another place to blend in and was startled when he addressed her directly. Looking down at him from under her hood, the hair rose again on the back of her neck from premonition. Nodding slightly, she stepped to the side, giving him room to clamber up beside her.

Just a note here. Since Moonstep has her hood mostly covering her face, no one not from the area and familiar with her would know she is half-elven. Only her small size might give her away as even female, though most would probably assume she is a boy.

As he came up beside her she spoke in a soft, low voice, "What manner of person are you looking for?

Oops. Good point about not recognizing her as half-elf.

Jext stood in the midst of the crowd, trying his best to remain inconspicuous. If anything were to happen here he wouldn't want to be pegged as potential suspect by fleeing the scene. However amidst the chaos he doubted any guard would notice him but one could never be too careful. Looking around the somewhat large gathering of people he paused in thought. For this to be a potential site for a revolution things feel calm except for the children running around playing. He smiled. It's nice to see happiness can still flourish in such seemingly twisted times. Looking around once again he noticed a mysterious figure perched atop a rock, likely using it as a vantage point much like the dwarf standing right next to them. This mildly peaked his interest. While many of the citizens were down below talking amongst themselves, here there were two people standing on their own, waiting and watching. They may know something that the others don't and I'd like to know what it might be. After all he wasn't doing anything important so perhaps asking around was he best bet. With his decision made he made his way towards them.

Moonstep noticed a man in fighter garb moving toward her boulder with purpose and swore silently. Ye Gods and little fishes! She looked around for another good vantage point and saw nothing but a smaller boulder next to the one she stood on, but it didn't stand as tall. She sighed internally when nothing else but trees and benches met her search. Since when have I become so visible? She sighed again, More like it's the boulder and vantage point one like him is seeking. She nudged the tall dwarf, nodded slightly toward the approaching man and moved over. It was a good thing this was a very large boulder or it would be getting very crowded soon.

Folks who haven’t posted yet, please pop in with your introductory post! I’m not moving along without you, just giving people something concrete to see and do.

The growing crowd is varied. Some seem to treat this as a festival, others prefer to remain wary and well covered. Many people are here, some plainly workmen or homebodies out for a day's entertainment. Five clusters of people have formed and are starting to make up chants - some better than others. Some really need the help of a decent bard.

CURRENT MAP!

Social “Combat”

Rounds are normally 6-second combat turns. For the morning-long demonstration, we are in “rounds” of an hour each as the crowd assembles. Choose one gameplay action from the list below for each round, put in an RP bit for it, and make a roll. If you’re in RP, feel free to continue as long as you want. You guys are doing great!

Round 1: If your name is bolded, you still have an action left for the first hour of the protest. I took the names from the discussion thread, so if you haven't posted there yet, your name's not on the list. But that doesn't mean you can't act - just pop in and I'll put you on the next list! Also, please give me the coordinate of where you want to be on the map. I put Moonstep and Fredrick on the only boulder in the park and Jext nearby, per the RP posts.

• Pansy
• Moonstep
• Fredrick
• Scarlett (if playing)
• Jext
• Mim (if playing)
• Radagalf
• Garona

Available actions

Listen for Rumors: Eavesdrop to see what people are saying, or simply chat up your fellows in the crowd. To Eavesdrop: Roll Perception. To Chat: Roll Diplomacy.

Pilfer: Hey, wherever there’s a crowd, there are dangling purses. Who better to target than some true believer all wrapped up in politics? And those vendors… they can’t watch their carts all the time. To Grab Something: Roll Sleight of Hand

Rabble Rouse: What’s a protest for, if not to protest! Let’s get things het up! What will work? Maybe a few persuasive words. Maybe a stirring oratory or protest song. To Warm up the crowd: Roll Diplomacy or Perform.

Search for a Contact: If you’re here to meet somebody, better watch the crowd and try to find them. The “I’ll have a red gardinia in my lapel” check: Roll Perception.

Silence the Undesirables: Too many cooks spoil the broth, and too many different factions protesting different things dilute the message. And what’s this? Thrune loyalists? Anarchists? What are they doing here? Best to shut down the wrongheaded fools fast.
To Flex some muscle: Pick a faction to silence:

• Kintargo partisans (demanding local rule);
• economic conservatives (no new taxes!);
• advocates of democracy (elections, not appointments - they allow elections in Westcrown, why not here?);
• anarchists (rule? what? getoutahere! everybeing for itself); or
• crown loyalists (Go Thrune!).

Watch the Crowd: There are a lot of people here. What a great opportunity to people watch! What can you see? To Keep watch: Roll Perception or Sense Motive.

Pansy wanders through the various groupings, weaving her way through the people, avoiding pickpockets, continuing to search for Mr. "One Black Glove" and wincing occasionally as an overly enthusiastic singer hits a wrong note. She mentally checks the placement of her sling and dagger at her belt, and casually rests her hand on the pommel of her rapier. She wants to be ready for action, but not the cause of it. She is also starting to get hungry, even though it is only mid-morning, and the odors coming from the food carts are quite tempting.

Looking for Mr. (or Ms.) "One Black Glove" Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

She is wandering through the entire area from E1 to J28 as she looks for her contact.

Moonstep continues to watch the crowd with a growing sense of anxiety. There are too many people and too many discordant voices. The back of her neck now tingles with a premonition that screams DANGER at her.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Checking to see if Octavius showed. I tower over everyone else and for that reason plus being hard NOT to notice. I looked all around for sightings and saw none.
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Checking to see if Octavius showed. I tower over everyone else and for that reason plus being hard NOT to notice. I looked all around for sightings and saw none.

if you type [dice=perception] 1d20 + your perception bonus [/ dice] it will automatically do your perception roll for you. Mine (as you can see above is 10, so you would put whatever your bonus number is where I typed "your perception bonus". I put spaces in there so it would show as typed, so eliminate all spaces

While searching for the person on top of the large boulder when the cloaked figure next to him asked who i was seartching for i told her "a man wearing one black glove". After telling her she pointed out a human walking towards us i nodded that i saw him and put my right hand on my dagger hilt just incase he was trouble perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

While searching for the person on top of the large boulder when the cloaked figure next to him asked who i was seartching for i told her "a man wearing one black glove". After telling her she pointed out a human walking towards us i nodded that i saw him and put my right hand on my dagger hilt just incase he was trouble [dice=perception]1d20+3

I'm replying to this ooc because I'm joking and not meaning it to be a part of the RP: "You mean that guy over there posed with one hand on his crotch and the other on his hat?" ::giggles::

Oh that guy with high pitch voice that always grabs his junk while he sing's......i remember him ;;burst out ::luaghing::

A man with one black glove. How strange., thought Moonstep. It did nothing to ease the feeling of imminent disaster that plagued her. Still, it gave her something solid to focus on rather than aimlessly searching through the crowd for something she could only feel.
She also kept a part of her attention on the man approaching her boulder. Rather than a sense of warning she felt his presence more as another piece of a puzzle. There was more yet to come, she knew; her premonition was still tingling at the back of her neck.

While watching for the dwarfs' person of interest, Moonstep also kept an eye out for his little companion. She had just reassured herself that the little halfling was still on her rounds when she saw something that stopped her cold. Her jaw dropped and she touched the dwarfs' arm as she stared in disbelief. An Orc... no, she amended, a half-orc. Who could miss her standing head and shoulders above nearly everyone in the crowd. A young half-orc female, unescorted by guards, or anyone else, for that matter. The thought raced through her head even as her mouth refused to say the words. An oddity that could attract all the wrong attention. "Bloody blazes!", she swore softly. Again the back of her neck set to tingling intensely. "Another piece of this thrice bedamned puzzle.", she muttered.

As a bard, Pansy spends a lot of time in taverns, and picks up many interesting rumors.

During her wanderings, Pansy saw a tall female half-orc searching the crowd. That must be the one I heard rumors of who always hangs around that Hellknight. Wow, those guys at the tavern didn't quite do her justice. She is magnificent! And I probably come up to her knees. She giggled to herself. I think I'm glad she isn't wearing just one black glove! I'd be hesitant to approach. Back to the search...

stoping for a breif moment from searching for the person wearing one black glove. Looking at the cloaked figure touching me seeing her perplexed eye's i looked where she was staring i saw why she had a perplexed stare. I also saw and woundered why there was a half-orc female walking alone with no guards and not in shackle's while also looking about to see if i could see my little friend anywhere near.

While standing at the rock, eyes lazily grazing over the crowd, a realization came over him. If rumors from the people is what I'm seeking to uncover then who best to go to than someone who deals with countless people everyday? After all word of mouth is a powerful thing and people are like an endless spiderweb, everyone knows someone who knows someone else who may hold valuable information. However before heading back towards the vendors Jext decided to make a mental note of the dwarf and mysterious stranger behind him. Perhaps they could be useful in the future... a vital part of the ever spinning spiderweb of information I seek. Once he had his thoughts collected, he strode away from them without saying a word. I hope they don't think that to be rude of me he sighed. Once arriving at the vendor, he could actually read the sign. It read simply “Alzena's Pie Stand” And of course there was a line but nothing was instantaneous in life or much else for that matter. He also figured that would give him just enough time to not only figure out what he wanted to order but also how to best phrase his question so it would not come off as nosy or probing. While the name it self was simplistic the pies themselves were very extravagant in appearance and the gentle wind blowing towards him wafted the smell of pure temptation throughout his nose. It smelled of various things, the more prominent being the apple cinnamon fragrance, his favorite. His stomach growled in response as if foreshadowing his eventual purchase. Time passed quickly and before he knew it he was the next customer. He decided his best bet was to be polite towards the vendor, greeting them warmly to give them a friendly impression so they may be more keen to open up. Greetings! How's the business fairing today? he said while flashing a toothy smile. It's better than expected, lot's of people have shown up, with more expected to come! Everyone knows where there's people, there's money to be made! she replied. I hear ya! By the way I'm assuming you're Alzena but mind if I ask your name? he asked. You'd be correct in your assumption sir. she said smiling. Ah ok...well my name's Jext, very nice to meet you! I would like one cinnamon apple pie please! He said while simultaneous reaching into his wallet to pull out the necessary payment plus a tip. After she had put his pie into a bag he handed her the money decided that now was a good a time as any to ask questions about the corruption within the city walls. diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

For those who rolled Perception, can you specify if it is for "search for a contact" or "watch the crowd", please? I see Pansy's notation for the contact, and assume that's what Fredrick's is, too. Are Moonbeam and Garona watching the crowd? Just to clarify, those who are searching for a contact are allowed to take other actions, so you could certainly be watching the crowd, too.

watching the crowd and searching for the dwarfs' contact.

To be clear, you can choose only one of those activities each hour, so I need which one you are doing for the first hour.

watching the Human walk away from the large boulder that me and the cloaked figure are standing on. I go back to searching for a man or woman wearing only one black glove

The perception was for looking for Octavius

I will help my erstwhile companion search for this person wearing one glove

Round 1 Results

Hour 2
The food and drink vendors are crowded with lunch-seekers. After they’ve eaten, though, many of the parents in the crowd pack up their children and take them out of the park, possibly fearing for their safety.

People who can act:

Pansy
Moonstep
Fredrick
Jext
Radagalf
Garona

If you did not get to act in Round 1, you arrived late to the rally and missed that hour. Go ahead and make an intro post and an action roll.

I notice the fighter pause for a moment and then turn around. He heads for one of the food carts and I again am reminded of how long ago I broke my fast. My stomach rumbles embarrassingly loud and I am glad my hood hides the flush of my face.

"I dunno if we're gonna see much up here.", I comment to the dwarf. "A sea of heads and hats, with that one,", pointing to the half-orc, "moving like a thundercloud in the midst. I watched a moment more thinking, "This is getting me nowhere. I need to get down and move among them and find one of the street brats. If anyone can find this person, it's one of the kids.
I made a staying motion with my hand, "Stay here, friend. I think I know a way to find your 'one glove' person. I think he was wanting to ask me questions as I jumped down, but, I didn't really think there was time for explanations. I headed smoothly into the crowd, looking for one of the Thieves Guild children I knew would be taking advantage of the opportunity.
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Why, that little opportunist! Pansy thought as she watched the skinny urchin snatch the dangling belt pouch. She started in his direction, but stopped herself before she'd moved more than a hand. Ordinarily, I'd be more interested in stopping him, but with this crowd not only would that be difficult, but it might stir up the already restless people enough to cause a real problem. Besides, if that merchant is carrying much money on him in this crowd, maybe he needs to be taught a lesson. She watched the child, no bigger than she, slip away and disappear in the crowd.

Glancing at the sun to judge the time, Pansy decided she might as well get something to eat while the crowd was still relatively calm and nothing had really started yet in terms of organized activity for the protest. She hunted down a meat pie vendor she knew, bought two meat pies and dove into one right away. The other she wrapped in her handkerchief and tucked it inside her vest for later. As soon as she finished swallowing the last bite, she resumed her search for the person with one glove. She was beginning to despair; there were so many people in the park and it was so large.

Search for the glove Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Nodding my head to the cloaked figure i plop my ass down on top of the large boulder. Reaching for my backpack I pull out my wine bottle and popping the cork I take a swig. Hearing my belly grumble and smelling cooked food in the air I decided to hop down off the large boulder and wander around on foot while still searching for the person wearing one black glove perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15. After awhile stopping at a meat vendor asking for a leg of lamb after paying the vendor I turn away and keep looking around for awhile before heading back to the large boulder

As the Line of Dottari Guards did what ever they were doing. I got close enough to observe them and listen to what they were saying.

The dottari are standing in a line in front of the opera house doors and front wall, their commander in the center. They look bored and hot under their armor, but are professionals and don't slacken their discipline. Their light steel shields are slung on their backs and their weapon hands rest on the hilt of the large maces dangling at their sides. Longbows and quivers lean against the wall behind them, close at hand.

They aren't talking much, but shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as they survey the crowd.

They have to be sitting there for a good reason in such weather. Their armor is hot and sticky. They don't seem to be talking about anything in particular. At a closer look, that guard captain is REALLY ugly. She gives a new meaning to beaten with the ugly stick. Will wait here and see what happens next. Starting to wonder if Octavius is in the Opera House and that is why they are Waiting. Just cant get close enough without passing in front of the Guards.
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

You have heard that the opera house is the residence of the new mayor. Since there's a protest in the park in front of the opera house, it's not really surprising that there would be guards protecting Barzillai Thrune, just in case of trouble.

Jext, even with all his efforts to be a friendly and charming person, hopelessly sank like a stone thrown into water. Now, while normally Jext was a very easy-going and peaceful spirited person occasionally even he was bound to have fits of rage, however, not without good reason. This was one of those moments. Allowing his rage to wash over him, he took a deep breath and began bellowing over the crowd. I PERSONALLY WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?! WHY DO WE HAVE TO CONGREGATE IN THE HOT SUN JUST TO BE HEARD?! WE THE PEOPLE MAKE OR BREAK THIS CITY AND WE SHOULD HAVE VOICES THAT ARE HEARD!!! Jext, now out of breath, stops shouting and tries to steady steady himself. But he does not yet feel he's made a good enough impact to spark the crowd into the civilized and meaningful protest march that he feels is needed to bring about the much needed true reform. I need a better place to stand so this mass of people can more easily find me so they may also listen to what I have to say! Now standing on top of his metaphorical podium he took a deep breath, getting as much air as he could and boomed towards the crowd. MY FELLOW CITIZENS OF KINTARGO CITY!!! HEED MY WORD! WE MUST NOT ALLOW THIS LEADERSHIP TO RUN OUR CITY INTO THE GROUND, WE NEED TO TAKE CONTROL OF HOW OUR CITY IS RUN IN ORDER TO ENSURE WE ALL SURVIVE AND THRIVE!!! IF YOU FEEL THE SAME AS I, WE MUST NO LONGER ALLOW OUR VOICES TO BE STIFLED BY FEAR! ONE LEADER CANNOT CONTROL A NATION IF WE ALL STAND TOGETHER!! Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

MLK of D&D laughs and snorts

I'd have an easier time rolling for my chance to breathe underwater like come on lol, what did I do to deserve this?!xD

Oh man, the RNG hates you as much as it does me!

Round 2 results:

Again, if you did not get to act in Rounds 1 or 2, you arrived late to the rally and missed that hour. Go ahead and make an intro post and an action roll if you want to join in.

Pansy continues searching the crowd, beginning to wonder if this contact was just a fakeout, or is for real.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

After finishing the leg of lamb I start to watch the crowd for the man or woman for one black glove sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Moonstep continues to circulate among the crowd, listening for whispers and hints of what's to come. Her stomach rumbles once again as the smell of food wafts in her direction. She decided to move in the direction of the food vendors. If nothing else, perhaps they could tell her something, and besides, if things went bad, it would do her no good to fight on an empty stomach.

She glided through the crowd, watching as she went and listening. One of the meat pie vendors was an old gossip she'd known all her life. Perhaps he knew something or had seen the person the others were looking for.

Listen for Rumors: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Jext now fed up with the crowd of people socializing, he did not want to do much at all that involved interacting with them considering his bad luck so instead he decided to settle down and quietly watch the crowd. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3