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Seeing the letters on the table, Merrik reaches into his coat, pulling out his letter, placing it on the table next to the others.

While taking a seat he speaks: "My name is Merrik Orbrandir, servant of Iomedae. It seems we all have gathered for the same reason."

"Indeed," says Figgin, with a nod of greeting for the paladin. "And I'm most interested in hearing what that reason is."

All right then, time to make my entrance.

After hearing the man's words to Anuk-Itan (and spotting the ring he wears), Figgin realizes that this is the man who has summoned him to this inn. He hops down off of his stool, and saunters over to the table where the pair are sitting.

Without a word, the halfling scoots a chair back with his foot, then hops up onto the seat. Razor remains unruffled despite all the movement. Figgin tosses the letter he had received down onto the table, and gives a matter-of-fact nod. "Yep, I'm Figgin Brower. I think you're expecting me."

Figgin gives Anuk-Itan a quick grin. "Nice to see you again, there."

ooc: My apologies, I'm a bit tardy here!

Perception Check (1d20+9=29)

Figgin tosses his head back, empties the weak liquid that passes for ale from his tankard, and wipes the foam from his mouth with a curly-haired back of his hand.

As his sharp brown eyes survey the common room of The Travelers Stop, Figgin rapidly dismisses the common folk about their common business. Farmers still with dung on their boots, mostly. Where's somebody who stands out? There! The way that mustached fellow carries himself, he's no merchant's guard or shopkeeper. And what's that ring on his finger? Have I seen that bird before?

Figgin continues to look on as the gigantic fellow in the hooded cloak approaches the man he noticed. He turns back to the bar and tries to listen in on the conversation between the two without being noticed.

Figgin Brower enter The Travelers Stop Inn on the heels of Anuk-Itan and the ranger can't help but take pause at the sight of the huge man in front of him.

"Pardon me big guy."

With a bemused shake of his long brown curls, Figgin darts around the massive stranger and makes his way toward the bar. The brown and white hawk on the halfling's shoulder sits placidly as he leans a composite longbow (almost as tall as he is) against the bar, then hops up onto a stool and orders a tankard of cheap ale. As he waits to be served, his hand idly drifts into the pocket of his dark green cloak where he finds the letter he received. His brown eyes dart around the room as he waits for this General Dakovya to show himself.

Figgin's done, so far as I can tell (pending DM approval).

Mishi, just let me know if you need any more information, or have any questions.

Figgin is coming together pretty well. I've actually worked him up now as a Rogue 1/Ranger 4, mainly just to get access to a couple more class skills, and for the Sneak Attack damage. He's built to be a ranged skirmisher type of combatant, with a lot of stealthy attributes. He'd be pretty handy in the wilderness too, but I'm not sure if that will play in much with this module. Hopefully, he won't step on the toes of the party's true rogue in any way.

He's nearly done, I just need to purchase his equipment.

Cry Havoc here, working on Figgin Brower, Halfling Ranger