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Aras crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at the Captain.

"So what's this special place you need to be going? If it happens to align with where we need to go, we might not be at quite as much of an impasse as my friend here thinks. On the offhand, if your intended port of travel differs from ours..." Aras intentionally trails off, a bit of a twinkle in his eye.

Still here.

Yeah...social graces aren't anything I can lend a hand with, either.

Aras looks over at Mario, Tomas, and Kilgar, then to Vedic and Robert. He glances back at the group in hiding once more and sighs.
"Any of the rest of you get the feeling this elf is going to make a habit of rash decisions?" Without waiting for a response for his rhetorical question, Aras rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck.
"I'm no good at a distance, so I'm going to go stand out there and make sure those two don't get killed." A quick glance at Mario's crossbow is followed by a smile.
"Kindly avoid shooting me in the arse if this all goes sideways, if you please."

Aras then steps out of the foliage and moves up behind Robert and Vedic, taking care to stay back and trying to make himself look like miserable hired help for the other two.

Aras scratches at his beard with his left hand while fidgeting with the hilt of his greatsword with his right hand.

"Sounds simple enough. Any suggestions on how to accomplish that? I could always walk up and challenge him to a fight and let the rest of you attack from behind while he's preoccupied. Unless someone's got a better idea."

Aras looks at the ship, then back at his companions, and then to the ship once more.
"I don't know who the tall man is, either." He pauses, casting a sideways glance at Old Grimbone, but then carries on anyways.
"Look, I'm no sailor, but is that...ship, boat, whatever, is she even sea-worthy? If so, there's only like a handful of them. With surprise on our side, we should be able to take 'em without much trouble."

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Aras reaches down once more, this time hauling Creg up to his feet. Supporting the unconscious man's weight, he nods an affirmative.
"If'n we have a day's travel, I say we do as the skull says and get a move on. Danyell, a hand carting your brother along 'till he awakes?"

Aras listens to the exchange between Danyell and Old Grimbone, removing his sword blade from Creg's neck and re-sheathing it. As everyone takes stock of the man's words, Aras leans down to snake his arm under the unconscious man's shoulder and pull him up into a sitting position for when he regains consciousness. Aside from tending to the downed man, he remains silent while waiting to see how the other men respond.

Aras smoothly draws his greatsword as he closes the gap between himself and the unconscious man of unknown origin, lowering the blade to the man's neck. Glancing over to the still standing swordsman, Aras smiles grimly.
"Drop the blade and collect your friend. Continue in this foolishness and he pays the price."

Scooping up his wager along with his shiny new copper, Aras spun around on his stool and watched his new fellows depart with the harbinger of their fortunes. Raising his tankard he drained the last of his ale, staring over the brim at the two men who were hurriedly finishing up their own drinks. Taking a moment even after the last drop of ale had passed his lips to size up the two, Aras studied both their builds and any weapons they may have carried. He spun back around on his stool as the objects of his study rose to their feet. Plunking the empty tankard down on the bar, Aras dropped the two copper on the bar and slid them towards Gant.
"For the service," he said, hand dropping to his belt pouch once more before thumbing a silver in the barkeep's direction.
"And for the cleanup," Aras added with a wink, pushing off from the bar and hooking his thumbs into his breastplate. He drummed his fingers on the metal covering his chest as he followed closely behind the two men, fairly certain the poor gents were going to be in for a major surprise.

Aras would give the two men no more than a round worth of lead time out the door.

Wiping remnants of ale from his beard with the back of his left hand, Aras reached for his belt pouch with his right.
"I'll take that wager,"Aras growled as he slapped a copper down on the bar, pushing it forward with his index finger.
"But if it's all the same to you, I'd like to hear what the unlucky soul has to say, seeing as how he's the only one spouting off any ideas here."

That depends...do you consider a potion a device? Because I definitely have Use Magic Potion. ;)

I'm psyched for this, this is quite the interesting party. At the same time, I feel like the foresight to pick up a few potions of CLW was a mighty good idea...

And here's mine.