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I'm so sorry, that's terrible
My prayers to Thor worked! Only had to sacrifice five goats, and new personal best!
Dang, good luck to both of you.
Conner heads to the bar for a drink and some time to evaluate his situation. The company was good enough, working in a bar was never bad, and he might not even have to stab anyone for a while. Things were looking up.
Conner doesn't take long to consider it, it's not like he had any better offers and he certainly couldn't fault the company. He takes her hand "Deal." He looks down at the goblin. "I'd love a hat."
Conner helps get the wagon loaded, keeping a straight face as best he could. Was it really going to be this easy? One wagon trip later, turns out...yeah, it was going to be that easy. He nods politely when introduced, but when all is said and done he shrugs. "Well ladies that went smoothly, I'd tip my hat if I wore one, now all that's left is for us to settle up."
This calls for the "It's ok, we're cool" tactic. Then, blame everything on Edric.
Conner keeps his face neutral, this could turn out to be the easiest job he's ever had! He might not even have to stab anybody!
Conner spends this exchange doing his best to chase down an itch inside his boot rather than look at the man guarding the house. Sometimes the most convincing lie is not having to tell one at all.
Oh my God, that's terrible!
"Conner. And yeah, shouldn't be a problem."
"Huh. Alright, work is work. You ladies have a plan?"
Oh dang, my bad, I'll fix that.
Conner leans against a wall, watching all this. The ladies not letting themselves get fleeced was nice, especially since he felt Gavin owed him money. Or at least, a chance to get back money he saw as rightfully his. "Now that's worked out, may I ask just what the job is? Because it sounds like you're looking to take something from someone who might object. Violently. I don't charge extra for swordplay, but I do prefer to know before it starts if I might have to participate."
Holy crap are you okay?
Conner looks over at the group. Oh, nice. "Porter? I can do that, I need a bigger purse to help me win my money back from this one." He jerks his thumb at Gavin.
Connor hasn't noticed the group, his attention on rifling through his pack, something he tries to keep with him at all times. He hasn't been in town long and the idea of leaving his few belongings in a room somewhere when he doesn't know if it will still be there later, does not appeal to him. His armor looks very broken in, and his dark brown cloak still has road dust on it, as do his boots. On his left side is a basket-hilted rapier, and on his right is a dagger, light hammer, and a quiver of arrows. Finally finding what he was looking for, he tosses Gavin a few silver. "I told you I was good for it, next time you won't have so many lucky hands." In truth he'd been hoping the merchant had been deep enough in his cups the previous night for the card game to slip his mind, ah well. His hair and beard looked a few days past needing a trim, besides that and the small arsenal he carried he was the picture of nondescript.
Ouch, that stinks, hope you feel better soon
Okay, that should be everything, I decided to switch to a Dex build to get my AC and Reflex up, Initiative's not quite as high and weapon damage took a hit, but I like this better.
I'm mulling over the second, when I have time I want to review the IC thread and see if being entangled with one crime lord or another would cause too many complications.
Okay, I'm pretty sure I've got everything, my sheet is typed up in my profile.
Hey, happy to join the group! I decided to diverge from the classes I typically play and try a Magus, if there's no problems with that.
That stinks, it was fun while it lasted.
"I'll take what I can get." Conner winces and checks out his burn. "Okay, do we rush in before whatever's down there can get ready, or take it slow and try to scout it out?"
Conner rushes the ghouls surrounding Ekan, laying into the one flanking the monk first.
Conner looks over the pick then stows it in his pack for later. "It's not so much the picks, as the digging. Someone was doing a lot of digging down here but also in several places, which means they were looking for different things, or didn't know just where to look. Makes me wonder what prompted it in the first place."
Conner whispers, "Back out, slowly."
Conner nods in thanks for the healing. "It's as good a way as any other."
No worries, man.
Conner actually takes a step back, wincing as wounds appear from nowhere. "That...hurt a bit. We might want to take this more carefully, our undead friend doesn't seem to trigger the same traps, assuming that's what this was."
Conner steps back and talks quickly. "He broke through the floor and undead hands are pulling him down, but this might not be anything that actually happened."
Conner ignores the magic babble and focuses on the parts he understands. "If it's something he did here, what was he doing here? What was he digging for?" He moves closer, poking at the floor.
Conner raises his shield. "I can see Aldern in front of me, digging in the floor with a pickaxe. He keeps saying 'for you'."
"Take the books with us, we can go over things in more detail when we're not pressed for time."
Conner keeps his distance from the undead lady. If she survived this fight, they might be forced to kill her.
*jerks awake* I'm here, I was totally paying attention.
It's fine with me, take a break if you need to.
Conner attempts to help search, but honestly this isn't his area of expertise.
No worries, good luck with that thing that I totally know what it is.
"Well of course, now that you said it and jinxed us." Conner keeps his shield up as they follow the...woman.
Conner nods and follows, if this "revenant" could draw the enemy's attention, the group could flank them.
Man, that sucks. Sorry to see you go.
Conner winces slightly, but doesn't otherwise react. If this...person was so enraged she'd tear off after Aldern and rip some pieces off him, Conner wasn't about to object.
Conner glances in the room then steps back to the side of the door, adjusting his grip on his sword. Yup.
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