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Ah..can I attempt to heal myself to stop the bleeding?

Flash's eyes light up when he sees Aramil toss the familiar flash into the room hoo boy this aught to be good! Big flash, lots of heat...and the pretty flames..oh the pretties!

Once he sees that the flames won't catch, he starts rummaging through his satchel to see if he has anything to help poor Aramil avoid this embarassment.

Flash heads into the room to search for any books related to cyphers.

appraise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"A true pleasure to meet you Lady Iliyana. I am Fitch Entmire, but most just call me Flash." He bows as graciously as a dwarven alchemist can.

Sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Flash will help search for more information.

1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 2 = 6

Lion Blade? is that some kind of weapon? I shall have to make a note of that when I get back to my lab...hmmm...I wonder if I could make a potion that would allow a bladed weapon the ability to roar and deafen those around it?.... Flash gets distracted by this new train of thought and follows the others into the next room.

Flash tucks the paper away, approaches the Lions head and says, "Oh Great and Noble Guardian. Could you please direct me to any books about cyphers and secret codings?" As an after thought, Flash bows at the end of his question.

Flash takes out the piece of paper he was given earlier and looks for any matching symbols.

1d20 + 6 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 3 = 21

Flash puts his weapons away as he is stunned by the amount of books and scrolls in this room!

appraise: 1d20 + 6 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 3 = 10

"Well?...what are we waiting for?" Flash follows Onyo and stands besides him at the door, with small clay pot in one hand and his pick in another. Whispering to Onyo, Flash says, "If there are any baddies inside, THIS will take care of them.." He flips the clay pot in the air and catches it as he speaks.

Not that Flash is eager to blow stuff up, but..you never know...

"Hmmm..this reminds me of my first lab...I was but a beardless lad deep in the halls of Rolgrimmdur...." Flash studies the stonework on the walls and floor.

perception with stone cunning to notice unusual stonework: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Having been speechless and absorbed by the sheer volume of books, Flash has managed to lose himself in his thoughts such beauty! such knowledge!... He snaps back to the present and places his card under his chair and follows the others.

If only I had packed that "crowd clearer" concoction that I was working on before leaving for the Lodge...we'd be in the library by now.

"Pardon me, excuse me..I say! Please move!" His short stature does him no good in this crowd.

I have no bluff or knowledge local..

Flash takes the letter and once he has some privacy he opens it and reads it.

Player name: Keith Koene
Character name: Flash
PFS ID#:46642-7
Faction:Grand Lodge

Chronicle #: 1
Experience: 0
Current Prestige: 0
Current Fame: 0

Looking at the Wayang, Flash says "Sorry but most of my experiments and research have gone into how best to blow stuff up. My studies have taken me here in the hopes of finding a better way of making a sticky bomb."

"No offense taken Tatiana. I understand that my chosen profession can leave some to feel a bit...nervous around me, I assure you, my potions and bombs are only tested in my lab. I would never think to use one in an environment full of knowledge such as a library, which is why I also carry this." With that last word, Flash pulls out his heavy pick. "Trust me, if I need to use this, it won't be a problem and chances are it won't blow up anything either." He chuckles and hangs the pick from his belt again.

Before they head to the library, Flash will purchase more ink, pens and parchment, or some kind of scribe's kit.

At the sight of potions, Flash's eyes widen a bit. "So, we are to pretend to be researching at the library? Why would anyone want to pretend?!?! to research? How absurd.

An odd looking...dwarf?!? enters after Odmar. Many bottles, and vials hang from various spots on his gear. Pushing his glasses up onto his nose he says, "Greetings, my apologies for being late, there was an...incident...yes...in my lab. My name is Fitch Entmire, but you may call me Flash." His face is covered in soot, and part of his beard is smoldering. He finally notices the smoke rising from his chin and haphazardly pats out the remains. Coughing, he turns to face Lady Morilla and bows most graciously, "Greetings Lady Morilla." Mid-way through his bow, something falls from within his cloak and rolls across the floor. Before anyone can pick it up, Flash reaches down and plucks it back up. Moving to a chair he mumbles "Whups, wouldn't want THAT going off in here...I must figure out a way of securing these better...."

I say...this sounds positively exciting! I haven't been out of my lab in so long, it will be good to get out!

An odd dwarf comes in following the armored dwarf. He is constantly taking notes in a wore book and muttering to himself about formulas and speculating about new concoctions.