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Bokken nods his head, too hard at Wraith's question as he presses a note into Thaegrin's hand.

Bokken needs those." He looks at Wraith. "For 10 gold a flask, Bokken has them."

If your BAB is +1 or higher yes. You will have plenty of time though.

"You may enter, fiendish one. Touch nothing unless you mean to buy it."

To Thaegrin as he enters:

"You have brought gold; this is good. Bokken's wares are costly, yes. Too little it seems at first glance, how much is it?"

It seems to Thaegrin that caution and trials have turned to nervous paranoia.

"Things...yes. Bokken needs..."

He twitches and ticks.

"Let Bokken compile a list. Bokken will make it tonight. Now, if coin the others have, let it be that you go to them and get it. Bokken will not have them in his hut with weapons."

Bokken lowers the crossbow.

"Bokken is impressed three could repel ten."

You sense now that this man is no warrior. He knows what it is to hunt and defend himself, but a true fight would find him in a bad way.

The hut is cramped but cozy. Three and a half of the four walls are lined with table and shelves where all manner of alchemy contraptions bubble and hiss; spit and hum. Next to the small bed, there is one set of shelves that catches Thaegrin's eye most. On them, stacks of parchment and scrolls lie waiting, and tiny bottles of potent magic sit patiently.

"You say you want a business relationship, yet Bokken recalls you expressing a lack of coin. How then are we to bargain?"

"Stay back 50 feet and keep that half-breed savage back or your wizard is dead!"

Bokken turns to Thaegrin.

"You claim you're here to talk. So, talk."

"Back away or he dies!"

He looks at Thaegrin.

"Sit on your hands wizard. You move, you die."

Bokken stands behind Thaegrin; the point of his crossbow bolt kissing his spine.

"THROW DOWN! NOW!"

Bokken smirks. "Sorry."

The wiry man pulls Thaegrin from his horse and drag him into the hut, slamming the door behind him.

"Bokken is not caring what you say half-elf. Only that you are doing what Bokken says. Last chance: drop your weapons!"

The ferret man keeps his crossbow trained on Thaegrin, ready to fire. At the mention of Nor's bandits, he snaps and reaches for Thagrin's tunic.

CMB to reposition 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Bokken lays hold of Thaegrin!

Isaac and only Isaac get's an attack of opportunity.

"Bokken said on the ground! Do it! Now!"

Bokken raises his head and notices the other riders for the first time. He raises a crossbow, hitherto unseen, and levels it at Thaegrin's chest.

"Bokken does not like to be robbed! Lay down your arms and Bokken will speak to you. Do not test Bokken or your friend might have an accident!"

A thin, tawny man opens the door. His wiry muscles twitch constantly, as if prepared to leap off his bones at any moment.

His ferret eyes regard you suspiciously, "Bokken receives you. Are you here for my wares? You'd better have coin about you, Bokken cannot eat promises."