Dambu Wightir's page

Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"We each have our calling," he muses.

That sounds .. unpredictable

"Indeed, Lord Haywood, while I've travelled, and of course hunted with those who favour the Alkenstarian devices, I haven't been there myself. I imagine it must be an awfully noisy place."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

"Most uncouth! And quite right of you to teach him a lesson," Dambu prattles, not entirely sure what the story might signify.

"But I hope I'm not depriving your guests of your delightful presence? I'm sure there will be time to talk more of our travels and excitements."

"Not in the slightest!"

"I'm sure the Elemental Plane contains places of many sorts and qualities. The Opaline Vault - well, it's a wonder, a city greater than Absalom, glittering with genie-crafts and mineral wealth of all kinds."

"I saw a little of the surrounding caverns and their cruder denizens, which were exotic, but comparable to those hereabouts, in their way."

"So you've battled minotaurs? A most skilful and hazardous undertaking! What was the creature's offence?"

"Why yes, sudden success can be a challenge! But one to be welcomed, so long as it chooses to remain with us."

"My loyalty is to the Society, but in their service, I have the honour to be an inducted member of the Ungrounded Regiment, a hired company of the Plane of Elemental Earth. This is the regiment's badge," he indicates the pin holding his cloak. "I enjoyed a turn of roulette with General Faiza bint Hanif, besides some less fortunate administrative matters."

"Ah! Already I am defeated by such beauty." But Dambu's heart may not be entirely in this piece of gallantry.

Dambu bows towards the sorcerer in greeting and turns his beady black eyes back to the Tien Lady, with a dashing grin.

"I shouldn't want to deny, there is considerable getting up early, and to begin with, training and marching in lines." He grimaces in memory. "Cleaning and other japes. The accoutrements of any sort of life. But a surprising number of comforts and liberties follow, when a few resourceful sorts get together. There's plenty of time for good conversation."

A small, sharp-featured person in formal dress of white, orange and gold enjoys a fruit beverage. Orange gems glitter at his cufflinks and a jewelled clasp secures his cape.

"There is soldiering, and soldiering, in my experience. A comfortable private income releases one to accept mostly those ventures accompanied by contact with the better sort of people. A sporting expedition, for instance, or assistance to a gaming establishment patronised by high society."

"Blackros .. OH." Dambu is already backing away "Pardon me, gentlemen, I fear I've forgotten another appointment."

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Dambu hastily leaves a gold piece on the nearest table and departs with his drink and change untouched. He begins making circuitous turns and arranging to look behind him, to check he's not being followed, though if he's being scryed it's too late

A small person richly clad in red, maroon and yellow with gold piping, with a sharp nose, toothy grin, deep black eyes and long crooked fingers, orders a glass of Andoran white wine.

"I must say, the time the Society asked me to rescue an Aspis agent stands out as a little unusual."