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Barphami glares at the drunkard to the upper-left of her and speaks in irritated, threatening growl. She says something about the nature of her bloodline and something about ice dragons coming to eat his family.
As much as Barphami tries to snake her way out of their grasp, the eventually get a good grip on her and drag her outside (CMD=17), Barphami hissing and struggling the entire way.
Barphami stands and offers her palms to the crowd, showing she is unarmed and completely harmless, at least at first glance. "Fellow tavern dwellers, what has this one Tengu done to deserve your wrath? A sin of the father, so says my friend. Of you among you, has your father committed sin against a living creature? Or his father? This one is clearly too young, she knows not the taint of the sins of her ancestors. Spare her and I am sure she will leave without fuss."
Dovah looked down at her, shaken out of his thoughts. He looked down at the beverage she offered him. The drink was an odd colour, he thought; one not common among alcohol. "I suppose I should not turn down charity. Thank you for the offer, friend." He takes a swig and swallows, seeing how it sits.
Dovah had been wracking his brain the entire time on how to help. He wasn't much of a speaker, and he couldn't very well whistle to a bird or anything really, as his lips were not exactly made for such a thing. No one noticed a dark mysterious man? No one knew where the missing bird was? He sat down at the end of the table, offsetting its balance with a creak, staring into its alcohol-stained wood grain. Dovah hated feeling so useless in a party of such able-minded people. At least the purple-skinned creature and the dark elf seemed to be enjoying themselves. He couldn't even afford a pint of the cheapest grog. He thought over all of the facts they knew. The bad purple-skin poisoned a child and stole an artifact. He hired a group to carouse around. One of the messenger birds was missing. Could one of the bandits have stolen it? No, it wasn't at the camp. He held his head in his hands, growling.
Dovah didn't exactly know what he should do once he got back to town. The job wasn't over, he hadn't gotten his money yet. Money meant the job was over. He spent most of his time silently following around the party members who looked like they knew what they were doing, until Rica announced to the group that Dovah was going with her. He didn't much mind that no one asked him, doing this was simpler. Besides, he liked the fact that she had called the probably-an-elf sourpuss. That was funny.
Dovah hasn't been paying much attention to anything going on around him. He's just looking for food and drink strewn about the camp, because fighting and nearly choking to death makes him hungry. He's happy the whiny elf is alright, though slightly disheartened at the loss of an entire bottle of wine. Finding another one of those would be nice. But not gold. Stealing money is wrong, especially from the dead. Food is okay though, because they can't eat it. Because they are dead.
He smiles as he finds some food and drink, and out of the corner of his eye, notices the whiny elf gesturing towards the person that sort of looks like an elf. He smiles and speaks to her. "Hello, person who I think is an elf! How are you feeling after the putrid gas? It was very unpleasant." He offers her some of the booze he found, hoping that it would not make her vomit, much like the whiny elf had.
Dovah sidesteps into C11, his Maul drawn. He swings at the bandit between Krengos and himself, flanking him and letting out a mighty roar.
Dovah huffs. He could see the tracks, even through all darkness and rain. He slinked down and started to follow the tracks, not the smoke.
Dovah spoke up. Perhaps one of the party could help him?
Dovah remembers searching for food in the desert, and how the wind would obscure tracks. Rain did the same, did it not? He scanned the ground, searching for tracks that could have been washed away or filled in with rain. It was not the same as a windswept track, but by the mighty Titan, he was going to try.
Dovah pounds a fist to his chest, his scale mail clinking.
At the seizing of his, collar, Dovah grabbed Ildun's torso with his massive hand. "He stated they were camping in the woods outside of town" he said, almost like something was backed up in his throat, ready to come out.
"I remember a dwarf telling me about strangers in the tavern... church... place. He said they were walking about the town "casing" places. His dialect made most of what he said hard to understand."
Dovah nods and folds his arms in seeming understanding, when really he has no idea what's going on. He was just waiting for the time to use his massive form.
Dovah is relieved that the tiny and cute woman found him again. He'd really rather not wander about in the rain searching for some elf. He didn't much care for the rain; it was hard to see through, unnecessarily wet, and soaked his clothes. He much rather preferred his native desert. You could see for miles, and it was nice and dry. It still sucked when it rained though. "Little halfling, my name is Dovah!", he grinned and stated his name, not without a bit of pride. "I hail from the deserts far to the... east? Yes, I believe that the direction the deserts are in is east." He walked and talked with her, doing his best to take small steps so she did not have to run after him. He was very careful around creatures of a smaller size, after the incident in which he mistook a kobold for a stool.
Dovah's face grows stern when he hears of the plot from the Shadar-kai. He claps his Dwarven brother on the shoulder, strides to the weapon check out, grabs his maul, and steps out into the rain, scanning for the Eladrin.
Dovah grins at the well-armored dwarf, and speaks a greeting in Draconic, roughly translating to "All-Father Titan keep you, Brother." Then in common, "Tell me brother, did you see anything that might help the tiny boy? Anything suspicious or out of the ordinary?" He looked around, noticing the Shadar-Kai, the Drow, and of course, himself. "Current party not included?"
Dovah lets go of the Eladrin, a little shaken. Sitting on him seemed like such a good idea at the time! He decided to ask some people if they saw anything one of the best ways he knew how: being a giant, scary dragonman. "You!", he points to a random worshipper. "Do you know anything of this?"
As much as Docah feels he should guard the door, he cannot stand the adorable hug from the tiny nun. He opens his mouth in a giant toothy grin. "I gladly shall!" With that, he walked away from the door and plopped his burly frame on top of the Eladrin.
Dovah grunts as he holds back the flighty elves, trying his damnedest to stay put and for everyone to do the same. Irritated, he speaks in another booming shout:
When Dovah heard the small woman say to seal the exits, Dovah immediately goes to the front door, barring it with his huge, red frame. He crosses his arms, looking down at everyone. "As the tiny woman says! No one leaves."
Religion -1= (14) -1=13 Perception +0= (4)
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