Arvan's page

Mind Thrust at Arvan, fully augented, targeting will. 1d20+4. On hit: 2d10+4 damage, and -3 to all his defenses until EOMNT.

Arvan appears noticeably shaken, looks up at Kyleria, and realizes he has been attacked by something he doesn't quite understand. Frightened, he drops the map and then slinks into the shadows of an alleyway.

"Free so you can take us where your buddy can rob us or worse, I don't Think so."

"How about you tell us where a bunch of blue-skined gnomes are before I make you run to the guards like a whiped puppy."

Arvan laughs. "What, no trust? Oh well. Dura is going to the orcs. Anyway, I think I can help you find little blue gnomes. Follow me."