So sorry - work has been stupid busy. Updating now. Adrian sees the priest lash out at the halfling. He can't believe what his eyes are telling him, but he nocks an arrow into his bow and looses it towards the small, changing creature. Shooting: 1d10 ⇒ 3 for 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6 Let me know if I got anything wrong there!
Adrian is fine with having Nils speak on behalf of the group. He care much for conversation, so he just hung back and observed the Warden. Notice Check: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 He taps the obese priest on the arm and points out the halfling's additional wound. "No snake caused that wound, I'd wager. Looks like a blade did that," he whispers.
Adrian follows the road, keeping an eye out for any threats they might encounter on the way. Before he knows it, they've reached the march. He doesn't specifically spot the trail, but sees it easily when Nils points it out. "Well shall we, then?" he asks, not waiting for a response. He strides down the trail into the marsh.
Adrian follows Ameiko, surprised to be taken to that table. He greets his new comrades and introduces himself. He settles into his seat with his ale and asks "So, you think there will be others who join or is it up to us fine lads to tackle the bounty?" he smirks slightly. An obese drunk, a gnome and an impoverished outcast all set of in search of a goblin encampment...sounds like a lame joke. "What brings you two to Sandpoint?"
Adrian walks through the door of the tavern, removing his hood as he crosses the threshold. He lets his eyes adjust to the relative darkness in the room as he takes in the tavern's patrons. None seem to be here to collect the bounty, so he moves to the bar. After returning Ameiko's greeting, he asks about the goblin bounty. "I heard that some would be gathered here this evening to discuss the bounty. Am I the first to arrive?" |