Faustus Greyfalls's page

“Norgober ascent a long time ago, that must’ve been a fake, even if he ate an apple that sure would have been rotten by now.” He comments on the half eaten apple.

“I think we met before”, he says to the dragon. “But I left quiet early.”

“So where do we go first? The shop clerk, the master brewer or the merchant?”

Faustus reads the note and began rubbing his chin, he looks at the Master of scrolls and asks.

So is my assumption right that the relics stolen are of Iomedae, Erastil, and Cayden Cailean?

“I hope the next job would be around the city, and not so far in the wilderness, would like to stay here a few weeks longer.”

Faustus drinks his ale cold, it was summer after all.

Glad to be back in the city.

The hooded man slumps on a chair and immediately ask for some ale. His long firearm slanted on the side of the table.

Sorry that I didn’t accompany you guys with the goblins. Got something more important that I need to do.

Good! I value your compliance. Faustus then stands up and back to the party.

{b] I think the goblins are taken care of for now. We should go as soon as possible though, before they forgot what made them comply.[/b]

Intimidation: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Faustus approaches the goblins and then BLAM! he shot his gun to the ceiling in front of the captives.

“You must obey our order, or else you’ll be at the end of this barrell.” He said to the goblins

Faustus had been listening from the back, he is unconcerned and keeps to himself. He spends the time taking apart his long firearm and carefully cleaning them with oil.
He’s waiting for the conversation to be over so he can get to the job and get paid.