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Deetz, adept at slipping in and out of spots, counts similarly and manages to make his way behind a pair of grousing muls while, with a barely noticed nod toward the woman, he adeptly maneuvers Quorin and Strangeways ahead of several of the elves the party overcame a while back to time them correctly, if separate.
Deetz ducks and feints, looking for an opening versus the nearest bullying elf.
Deetz wastes no time drawing forth the club he fashioned from a broken cart axle some time back. He swings at Red, who may or may not have tripped from Deetz's earlier action.
Deetz isn't a big proponent of picking on people for the sake of it. He's also acutely aware of his physical stature, and knows subterfuge is a better choice. He gets to the edge of the spectacle, maneuvering inside the throng, until he gets a good vantage point. He waits, patiently, for one of the elves to get too close, then casually trips the tormentor, trying to let the half-giant get his hands on the hapless elf.
Deetz locks eyes with the woman, then gives a very slight nod when Quorin speaks. He then drops his eyes back to his biscuit, not looking up at the Templar or his entourage.
Gotta save that Linnad fellow, Deetz mumbles quietly. It's a matter of principle, of honor. He chews absently on a biscuit.
Deetz: successful move silently roll: 100 xp
Deetz will try (again) to hide in the shadows, or at least sink into the crowd.
Deetz will try to hide in the shadows, or at least sink into the crowd.
Most things look different when one uses another perspective. Tyr is not most things, however, as Deetz would be happy to point out to anyone who asks. So the taller peoples think it looks like a cesspool? They should try living three feet closer to the offal.
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