
| Robin Blackbrook | 
            
              
                 Art | Male Human Warpriest 1 | AC 17 T 14 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +2 R +5 W +4 (+2 vs. charm/compul) | Init +4 | Perc +2 | Blessings 3/3 | Hero: 2 | Active Status:: -none- 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             
          
         
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "I guess that's true, though with a murder in town I would hope she would have been more forthcoming." Robin shrugs "Lets stop by Clamour and see. Maybe Urnsul made it back too."

|  GM JScot | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            The quick trip to Clamour is uneventful and when the party arrives the usual noise of the place rings out. Sara sees the group coming and steps out to greet the party. "Robin, Vethorm, what brings you by this morning? I had heard there was some commotion last night with Omast. Has he fallen in the bottles again?"
If the party wishes to check in with Meesons, they may, but that is a dead end. No one in town sells poisons, at least not openly or admittedly.
 
	
 
     
    