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Delyn nods. Yes, most seem to find you, and your kind in general, an easy target to blame. Most uncivilized of them. Perhaps you can help us investigate the true cause of this region's troubles, that we may point them at the true cause while simultaneously showing them that "different" does not mean "evil".

Shadows and misery are among the things I fight. I would banish the shadows and aid those who need it. Delyn looks around, checking out the place.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24 Is there anything indicating the hardships of the village actually extend into the manor? Any signs of anything unusual? Any irrelevant details Delyn might notice? Also, military assessment: defensibility, attack routes, exits, threats and potential threats, etc.

Delyn shrugs, ready with a reply but not at all offended at the sudden shift in the handler's attention.

Delyn looks at him curiously. We were told no fetchlings were permitted in the manor. My companions, save one, were allowed inside to attempt to see the baron. I stayed outside in protest of the treatment of my fetchling companion (she gestures in the direction of the front entrance) but came to investigate when I heard the dog. So tell me: Why are you, a fetchling, permitted inside, when my companion is not?

Delyn, alert as ever, cocks her head, listening. After a moment, she heads off in the direction of the noise, glancing over at Zaitherin to see if she plans to follow. Uncertain what to expect, she keeps her hands near her weapons, just in case.

Delyn settles in beside Zaitherin, relaxed but alert. You will not wait alone, my friend.

I understand. Rude characters are rude characters. And that particular comment wasn't even that bad. As a matter of principle, though, Delyn will insist on equal treatment for Zaitherin.

Delyn steps back to stand with Zaitherin. If my friend here is barred from entering, then so am I. Please summon the baron to speak with us. As far as I know, my fetching friend has done nothing against the baron; as such this treatment is purely racist discrimination and I will not tolerate it.

Delyn frowns thoughtfully, trying to put the pieces together. I will keep your secret. She seems distracted.

Suddenly, she says, It's almost time to meet the others. We should go - unless we want to let them go to the manor without us. Madame Mayor, thank you for your assistance. We will do everything we can to solve this town's problems and see that you and your people are given the respect you deserve.

Delyn shakes the woman's hand. Your people have caused no trouble save being in the wrong place at the wrong time. These three (she gestures to the rescued fetchlings) were about to be hanged simply for being what they are. My companion and I helped prevent the slaughter, and offered to see them safely home. Delyn looks around, frowning. Perhaps we can be of additional service? You deserve better than this. We are currently investigating the recent disappearances and outbreak of tallowthroat; we would be more than happy to work with you and the humans of the town to improve your situation. She shakes her head and mutters to herself, Disgraceful. No one should be treated like this.

Delyn nods. I'd be happy to help escort these people home. I will meet you back here in an hour.

Delyn shrugs, accepting that everyone has there own reasons for being here investigating, and prepares to follow the group.

Quietly collecting Itzal, Delyn moves back to her companions. Where might we find this Father Miklos?

Delyn slips to the edge of the crowd, nearer the front. Reaching into her belt pouch, she gets out her hedgehog and whispers to it. Itzal, those three - guard them. She works her way up and tries to find a place to set her hedgehog loose. the idea is that Itzal will act as an alarm for us to interfere, rather than actually deal any damage.

Better. Profile created; first post done. Still finalizing backstory; will update when I get that ready.

Delyn follows the dhampir at a slight distance, uncertain she wants to get involved. She touches her quivering belt pouch, slipping a hand inside and drawing out a hedgehog. It's all right, Itzal, she whispers, bringing her friend up near her shoulder. They're not after you. The creature refuses to step onto Delyn's shoulder, so she is returned to the belt pouch. No need to worry, little one.

Returning her attention to Prae and the crowd, the ranger scans for any immediate threat to herself and her companions.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12