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After getting tied a bit more securely and more importantly ensuring the other end is securely tied off to his savior, Henrick, Erevan smiles and with a jaunty wave steps out into the river, getting out as far as the man hangs then letting the current carry him downstream, trying to steer with hands and feet. All the while holding onto the other rope in his teeth.

Swimming 1d100 ⇒ 79

"Excellent. Follow me!!" Erevan says, leading the others to a point some 20-30 feet upstream of the stricken man. After divesting himself of most of his clothing and placing them with his backback and weapons on the ground in a neat pile, Erevan grabs one end of a rope and furiously attempts to tie a knot. Looking up in frustration "Does any of you have any skill with ropes? I'd not trust my life on any knot I can tie!"

"Tis, alright goodman" Erevan says, "Mayhaps we can use your Henricks' stout back to ensure that I am retrieved successfully from my maritime adventure? Tie me up with one rope, I'll tie the other to the man on the piling and Henrick cand drag the two of us to saftey!! What say you??

Gazing at the dwarf's receding back with a small smile, Erevan turns to Alfred and says hurredly "The man's about twenty feet out clinging to a piling, on the opposite bank, over the bridge there, so your rope would do the trick, we'd only...." he trails off as he catches sight of the ox standing placidly beside the farmer. "How does that beastie go in the river's mud, good man? I'd go out on the rope, but that creature looks bred to move about in the muck and dirt!"

"Curses" Erevan hissed throwing a tattered, rotten length of rope back to the ground. "You in the water...Gerhart...Hold fast, I'll seek aid from yonder barge."
Without waiting for acknowledgement, Erevan hikes up his backpack and trots up the river to where the barge has moored, the low murmur of the common folk punctuated by the more purposeful utterances of hopefully more capable individuals.

Emerging from the shadows near the wharf, Erevan initially struggles against the tide of slack jawed, exhausted peasants that made up the majority of the barge's cargo. However off to one side, a small group of more interesting individuals presented themselves.

Jogging up to them, cheeks puffed out in exertion, Erevan gasps "Hail and well met fellow travelers!" , unexpectedly in the accent of the common people of Altdorf not the usually proper clipped accent of most of the Empire's elves. Stopping before the foursome, "Hello citizens....Son of Grimnir!! Please attend if you will!. My pardons for intruding, but I've found a man pistol-shot into the river, clinging for his life , myself alone unable to assist the unfortunate. Can you help? Have you rope? Can you swim ? Hurry , we've not a moment to spare !!"

"Ah there you are!" Erevan says rubbing his chin in thought, the rivers waters lapping at the toes of his boots. "How to get you? Hmmmm?" he says casting about looking if there are any coils of rope in the vicinity.

Search 1d100 ⇒ 73

Unwilling to enter the fetid water, Erevan is nonetheless puzzled by his failure to see the man Perhaps he had stones in his pockets and sank. he mused as he walked downstream to see if the man fetched up further along the river. Stopping every 10 to 15 feet to cry out softly Gerhart, do you live?

Perception: 1d100 ⇒ 3

Stepping out of the shadows, Erevan cocks an eyebrow toward the brothel door "Hmm, probably not much of a welcome there. Besides my purse is already light enough." patting his chest where it lay hidden.
Keeping a eye on the door, he begins to make his way down the street.
Pausing, he thinks Why not? and makes his way down to the shore to where the man was tossed. Carefully stepping on the wet ground, Erevan approaches the water. "Gerhart..... do you live still ?" he whispers harshy, looking for any sign of the man.

Perception Roll (40 + 10 = 50): 1d100 ⇒ 92

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