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Bosk sticks his hand out to Fenn, to shake. "I'm of the opinion that speaking plainly and clearly saves lives, so I take no issue with that. I simply wanted to express that I'm happy to work with you as a member of a team, but not as anyone's subordinate. If I wanted that, I'd still be in the army. No hard feelings from me." he says, with a smile.

"That said, I'm happy to go look for a wagon."

Bosk looks calmly at Fenn for a moment, then says, "I'm a fighter. When it comes right down to it, I put my life on the line, and kill other people or creatures as a way of making a living. So, you could say I have a vested interest in how my time and energy are spent, since I never know when it might come time to pay the butcher's bill. The others may have accepted you as their leader, and perhaps with good reason... but I haven't. With me, you don't give orders, you ask or make suggestions, and I will feel free to do the same. No offense meant, but it needed saying. I work with you, not for you. Are we clear? If it's an issue, I'll be on my way and the best of luck to you." He waits for a response.

The only thing I've actually helped the group fight was the assassin vine... and the gob I killed myself in the forest... so not sure where I'd be XP-wise either.

Bosk watches all of this unfold, silently.

What did I get myself into? This seems like it might be more trouble than it's worth... then again, they seem nice enough, and it's not as if I had a whole lot else to do. Well, I'll cast my lot in with them. It can't turn out as badly as it did last time, can it?

Eyes never resting in one place, hand always near his sword hilt, he continues to observe, appearing both relaxed and alert at the same time.

Still here. :) Sorry, busy holiday weekend.

Draining the last of the ale from his mug, Bosk leaves a silver on the table for a tip, tucks his slim coin pouch into the top of his boot, and heads out the door, to bring up the rear of the group.

Following a short distance behind the others, he makes an effort along the way to see if anyone is following or paying the group undue attention.

Let me know if you want additional Perception checks and I'll make them... though it isn't my strong point.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"I'd offer to come along, but... well, sneaky is one thing I am not, so as long as someone stays with me, since I don't know who I'm waiting for, I'm happy to wait here. Besides, it might give me the chance to get to know some of you a bit better, and the like."

Bosk makes his way to the bar and buys a round for the group.

I'd be in for sure.

"There's something you don't see every day."

"I have no plans to speak of at the moment, which makes it a fine time for a drink. If you don't mind, I might follow you two at least to the Blue Boar, further if needed." Bosk says, with a smile.

I'm still standing guard upstairs, and would likely offer to help Fenn haul the corpse of their former companion. If this is my only chance to make some money, however, then once the other's come up I'll go down and grab a book or two and some wine. Sorry, I hadn't really been paying attention to the loot discussion since I just joined. I figured if there was something the others didn't want, they'd pass it to me... or not, and that I'd get a full share some other time.

Chronicler, just let me know if you want me to make any Perception checks, etc. while I'm standing guard upstairs. :)

Dervick is standing guard while he waits for the others to finish and come up. He doesn't want to stay any longer than necessary.

"You go, I'm going to wait up here, see if I can spot them coming. I'll holler when I see anything. You do the same if you find another way out or something."

Dervick follows Bringor up the stairs, an arrow still nocked to his bow.

"Let's take a look. I'll cover you, if you want to check the wall." Dervick stands back and to one side of Bringor, bow trained on the odd spot in the wall.

Stepping just inside to room to cover Bringor with his bow, Dervick spies the body of the goblin and chuckles.

"I guess some just can't hold their drink."

Lowering his bow, arrow still nocked, Dervick walks over to the door to the wine cellar, and takes a quick look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Nocking another arrow, Dervick covers the door Fenn indicated.

My condolences. Take care of yourself first. This can all wait.

Apologies... missed that. I assume from my save that I am also entangled and will apply the -2 to attack.

Shortbow: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Shortbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 111d6 ⇒ 3

Stealth:

And sorry for the delay... I couldn't access Paizo until just now

Greatsword in hand, Bosk descends the stairs, trying not to make any more noise than a large man in metal armor must.

Dervick deposits the unconscious goblin near the door. He sheathes his dagger, draws his greatsword, and says to Jeseare, "I'm called Bosk, usually, and it would be my pleasure to help. I was indeed just wandering by when I saw this little troublemaker fleeing the area, and heard the sounds of a fight. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. I know what that's like. I'll try to catch up with the others."

Minding the pit trap, he makes his way in and towards where he saw the others go.

Dervick hoists the body of a now unconscious Goblin over his shoulder, as he considers the house just ahead. "A gobbo running away from a house, and sounds of a fight. Well... here goes nothing."

He approaches the house, openly, goblin held over one shoulder, looking for any more goblins or signs of trouble.

"Hello, in there! Do you need help?" , he shouts.

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