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Diggap is an Orcish brigand.

He's been trying to take make his way in southern Brevoy, and he's looking to make a new start -- AWAY from Brevoy, where his face is getting to be known. He's fast and strong (but not too fast nor strong), and he enjoys going toe-to-toe against his foes. He is loyal to his allies, but, is perfectly willing to take advantage of anyone he is not loyal to.

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"Here is what I know how to do," he says.

Handle Animal +8,
Knowledge (local) +4,
Perception +5,

+2 on Dexterity checks
+1 on Wisdom checks

Edran tries to follow the stories that Thorek tells, meanwhile whittling a small flute that he will play occasionally.

Between whittling, whistling, and his general distraction,
Edran is 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 of no help foraging for food.

Edran spends the day with Thorek, trying to help Thorek find: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 something useful. Unfortunately, although he is quiet, he wasn't able to help at all.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Edran almost makes a good poultice, but Thorek recognizes it as being sub par.

"I'm so sorry. I really tried. But, I seem so fumble-fingered sometimes. Maybe I'd be better suited to taking a watch or foraging for food?"

During a break in their ministrations, Thorek plies him with questions. "So you're a traveler? Do you have any word about the siege at Kraggodan? Do you know whether other areas have been attacked by the Ironfangs? Did you see where the hobgoblins came from?"

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"I haven't heard anything recent about the siege. I am at a total loss about where the hobgoblins came from. I'm sorry, I really don't know anything. I noticed that everyone seemed not surprised at all about going into the forest. Is that the normal response here?"

Following Thorek's instructions, Edran is able to make a single effective poultice.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Well, good cleric, I am from Taldan. I was traveling through this area, before the... the... the events of the other night. I've always been good with animals. That is why I was traveling here. I am, I mean, I was, looking for particularly good breeding animals to buy and bring back to sell in Taldan. When the town was attacked, I made my way to the river. and crossed it in the middle of the night."

"I'm no shepard, but I've always been good with animals," says Edran.

"You seem to be one of the one's in charge. Are you planning to resist the invasion? Do you know of any other groups?"

Day 2

Edran helps with the animals: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 to maintain the herd.

1d20 ⇒ 1
1d20 ⇒ 9

The man calms down a bit.

"My name is Edran. I was staying at the Taproot in Phaendar, on a business trip from Taldan. I was so terrified at seeing the invaders in the streets. I fled the Taproot, and managed to hide behind buildings. I was able to flee to the river before being spotted."

Putting his head in his hands, he continues, "I witnessed a ferocious bugbear with a scarred head tearing one of the townsfolk apart. Oh, the screams! I can still hear them in my head!"