Andriel, the Hunter's page

@Role: Since it seems Kesten will want to be General, and I would be a temporary solution, and you specifically pointed out using people from our backgrounds...AND this all still takes place at the trading post - I will ask Maethadis and Andril to inform my brother, and ask him to come and present himself to Zokon.

He would make a wonderful Warden - and have excellent loyalty.

Andril just stares dubiously.

Posh just watches as Alia seems to be carted off for a debrief.

"I might, just let me handle something..." he states as he begins to find a way to attempt to sneak towards the tent Alia and co were in to try and listen into the conversation.

Andriel does take note of the gnome though. He doesn't say a word. He just stands there watching Posh with those cold, critical, blue, elven eyes until the gnome leaves.

"Oh what do we have here?" With the practiced skill worthy of a true connoisseur Illthir attempted to joink the playbill out of the elves hands. All in good spirits of course.

With a bit more luck she'd both save Alia *and* satisfy her own curiosity. But that elf was more on balance then she looked ...

"Look it's Elvish!" cries Illthir pointing off into the distance behind everyone.

Maethdis lats the scroll roll up and tucks into one of the cases at her hip. The other elf doesn't even seem to notice Illthir's attempt.

"Excuse me Miss Maetadis, but do you need any help pulling that stick out of your backside?" Posh asks, somewhat annoyed at this elf's way of addressing his companions and grinning as he makes this statement.

Maethadis looks taken aback.

Her companion though steps forward and gives the impertinent halfling an ice cold stare.
intimidate (demoralize, +4 for size): 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 4 = 19

Coming up behind her is an other elf, a man with long straight blonde hair, and cold blue eyes. He carries a longbow, and is dressed like a huntsman.