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"Unless the daylight enforcers, the wolf-men, come for us, we have until sunset; still several hours. By then, we must either be prepared to fight, or have retreated elsewhere." "Our mission compels me, at least, to see this through, and that will not get easier on a second attempt."
Amideo stands and moves forward, drawing his weapon and prepared for battle.
Amideo gallops back on Mahouf. "Fair maid, I sense perhaps there is some conflict between yourself and Rosentos. Might I, as a Judge of the Kingdom of Espa, be of use in resolving your dispute?"
"We are on a mission from The Office of the Marques! We head first to Mesa Norte, and then, on to The Elven Forest."
Amideo circles around for another lance attack:
A grim look on his face, Amideo charges his horse into the shallow stream, his lance set in the saddle.
Unfortunately, the hit, though solid, bounces off an armor plate on the dragon's chest.
"What say you? Shall we ride forth yet again?"
"Your call, Rocko. Do we approach in peace, avoid, or prepare for battle?"
"First and foremost, home! My duties as Circuit Judge are waiting for me back in Albarra."
Amideo screams as he takes the full brunt of The Mind's psionic attack.
Amideo steps map-northeast 5' (toward Rocko at an angle) and lashes out with his longsword.
The knight slashes and stabs the brain, who seemed unprepared for this adversary.
"Hold! We are here on behalf of the Kobold miners to stop violence, not inflict it further! But we will defend ourselves, as you have seen." Diplomacy (dispute between two parties):
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