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"Anyone hurt?"

Benjamin casts guidance on Kavaki.

"Mungo, here's hoping if we fight anything else it's made out of ice."

I'll be traveling with spotty connection over the next week or two. Just letting all my games know. Happy holidays!

"Sorry, guys, I don't have much to hurt these things. But let Thisamet guide you!"Casting Bless.

ranged touch attack: 1d20 ⇒ 6fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Benjamin brings forth a hot flame from Thisamet's kitchen, but it goes way wide of his target.

"Sorry, guys. Being a priest of Thisamet doesn't really involve much studying of other religions."

Benjamin looks around the kitchen with mild professional curiosity.

]"Things are rarely that simple, I'm afraid."

"I'd listen to him. By Pharasma's tit, that was badass."

"'sokay with me," Benjamin says.

"Me too. Do you like barbecue?"

"I reckon it's plain to see Thisamet's fire in you, Mungo. But fire don't have to destroy."

Dotting ...sorry I wasn't so fast in getting started. I'm here, though!

Benjamin listens to Dreng's speech. "Chelish dogs. Slavers, the whole country. She's not gonna get her hands on those documents, sir."

Ben here is just done with his first chronicle. First level cleric of Thisamet, chef extraordinaire, and hater of oppression.

Ditto. Had a fun time. I liked the group ...would play with you all anytime.

Profession Cook: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Great Thisamet, bring doom upon this slaver, this taker of freedom! We will celebrate her passing!" Doom, DC 13

Sorry, guys, I had company this past few days and she wasn't very amenable to me spending time at my computer, ha.

Benjamin moves out of the way while invoking Thisamet's blessing on the party. Casting Bless, if that's not clear.

"None of you are slaves. Let Thisamet warm your hearts."channel energy in the midst of the so called slaves: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"We certainly don't need all of them, do we now?"

Ben takes his time climbing aboard. Taking 10.

Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 7 "Dammit, woman, swim!" Benjamin mutters.

Aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 20 Ben holds an oar out for Lucia to grab.

aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 19

"This is the one," Ben whispers, pointing at the sloppily altered ship's name.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Benjamin gets to rowing immediately. "Be there shortly, ladies."

Benjamin nods solemnly and knowingly at Eryndir. A fish stew is hard to ruin. But not impossible.

(Slightly earlier ...)

Benjamin noshes on the snacks, appraising them. "Oh, here it is. The hot roll with the berry tart ...m'lady. Just my own opinion, but the savory and the sweet only complement each other. As far as this business goes, justice will be done."

"My kin call me Ben, naught else. I said I reckon it. I do. My reckonin ain't for certain, I'm just a chef. But that ain't the sort of suspicion I take light."

"M'lady, I'm but a chef. Mahjub was slime, and I reckon he forces himself upon many so-called slave. Waheeda Wardak was the name the piece of s@$+, pardon, m'lady, chef's mouth. That's where charming Mahjub got the poor girl."

"Ah. Well, nothing personal."bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"A Pathfinder? What of it? She is one, aye. Does someone wish ill on her? "

Benjamin shoots his fellow Andoran a quick look as the Yellow Sails are discussed with such ...reverence. Eryndir's question surprises him, but was a damn good one. This one was trustworthy. Aria was playing a long con, and it seemed to be working. And the older woman ...she knew and saw much. The Varisian and Elven women seemed practical and well practiced. This assignment was looking grosser and grosser. But perhaps ...

"Let's hear about these Sanguine Beasts. What would attract them to this ...to your business?diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"That's what I figured. Is he the top guy or could a boss' orders do the job?"

"Any chance you could calm the half-orc down?" Benjamin asks his new thug buddy. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Benjamin tries his best not to bristle at the slaver's words.

"Aw, hells. I hope we're not under the same guy. Who's over the half orc?"

"You're not? Why are you here then? Sorry about trying to stab you and all that." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Slavin a%*$%+$s!" Benjamin mutters as he rolls inside to chop at the nearest guard with his shortsword.melee attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"That's because someone else used you. Someone put a spell upon you, one used for spying. We know it wasn't you or your ...mistress. We want to find out who."

"That's true for everyone, Atlag. Admission of ignorance is the actual beginning of wisdom. Are you hurt? I am a priest. From Andoran. I'm--we're here to help."

Benjamin lightly shrugs at Eryndir. "Thank you for your help, mlady. I will do everything in my power to see justice done, this I promise."

"How much did the girl cost?"

"We know there's no way the Good Lady would have consented her her own handmaiden being scryed upon from afar. This clearly happened outside of her knowledge, and thus before she came into ...possession. All we need is some information about where the slave was purchased, and from whom. We want this to be the cause of the solution, not the first among many." Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Benjamin can't decide if his companions are embarrassing him or if he thinks these snooty slave-owners deserve some guff. "We're not here for her Ladyship. I understand you're busy, especially with her gone, so I promise not to take much of your time. We're doing this to help clear the Lady's name in this recent scandal." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20