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Efram
Half-Orc Rogue (Scout, Skulking Slayer) 1
N Medium humanoid (human, orc)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +1 dodge)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +2
Defensive Abilities orc ferocity
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee falchion +3 (2d4+4/18-20/×2)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 17, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +3; CMD 16
Feats Dodge
Traits indomitable faith, jenivere crew
Skills Acrobatics +6, Climb +7, Escape Artist +6, Intimidate +1, Perception +5, Stealth +6, Survival +6; Racial Modifiers +2 Intimidate, pass for human
Languages Common, Orc
SQ underhanded maneuvers
Other Gear Leather armor, Falchion, 65 GP
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Special Abilities
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Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Orc Ferocity (1/day) If brought below 0 Hp, can act as though disabled for 1 rd.
Pass for Human +1 (Ex) +1 to disguise checks to conceal half-orc heritage, with no penalty to appear as another race.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.
Underhanded Maneuvers +1/+1 Perform a dirty trick or steal maneuver when you could sneak attack.

A few minutes pass before the commotion of the Sefeasa's arrival settles, and the place settles back into its ordinary level of whispering. The gaunt man Innkeeper seems frantic, and the Dark Lady's guards settle down at the bar to drink quietly.

One by one, each of you is approached by a serving girl who carries a candle and will not make eye contact, but simply says, "Her Ladyship asks if you will join her."

If you follow, she leads you into the dark pit and behind the black curtain.

A more squalid den of vice cannot be found in Levkarest. The sign in front depicts a pale, dark-haired woman sitting naked, seen from behind. The front door leads into a long, narrow room, just wide enough for a bar and a row of stools. Behind that, a much wider room opens off, with tables and chairs arranged along a wide balcony that overlooks a lower floor. While the candles on the balcony tables shed enough light to play cards or dice or drink, the floor below is dark. Occasionally, when the noise from the upper floor dies down, sounds of pleasure and pain can be heard from below.

The front door opens and a pale woman with black hair and an exquisite black dress comes in, trailing a pair of guardsmen, a maid and serving boy, and a long line of courtiers and curiosities who follow in single file behind her as she passes through the bar. From what you can see of her, she bears a strong resemblance to the woman on the sign, and a thin silver band set with rubies around her brow proclaims that this is Ivana Boritsi, Sefeasa of Borca.

She and her entourage go directly to the stairs, and the Innkeeper, as gaunt and greasy a creature as ever passed for human, meets her at the top, bowing low and escorting her down the stairs into the darkness.

"I have kept your room ready, Lady," he says. He carries a candle down, and the curious gather around the railing to see where he leads her, but all that can be seen are black curtains that the reveal nothing. Moments after she disappears, as her party still trails after her, the Innkeeper rushes back up the stairs, looking worried.

"What is she doing here this early?" he hisses to the captain of her guards.

"She's whet her appetite, that's all" the guard says. "See to her needs. Nothing has changed."