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Galen moves closer to the shape-shifter, his hand on the hilt of his sword, in case "Don" tries any funny business while untied.

Wow! The candymaker got real serious real fast.

Galen stands impassively, ready if things need to get violent.

Galen only shrugs when Nic tries to pass him the credit. "What we are calling Don is a shape-shifter, he may only be taking the form of your friend, for some nefarious purpose. Your real friend for many years may still be around somewhere while this impostor plays his game, for whatever reason. I say we et to the bottom of why. Now."

Uh, Galen doesn't have any profession check. he is a professional soldier in any event, and wouldn't have the faintest idea about ledger books.

Galen struggles with simple sums so the accounting ledgers are like a foreign language to him, and he isn't too smart at that either.

"Will someone please look at that skull we found? It keeps talking to me and I guess I have to thank if for warning us about the shape-changer here. It warned me not to drink the poison, and it showed me which of the crowd I was looking for. Handy thing to have, but maybe someone smarter should carry it..."

Galen pulls the skull from his pack, and shows it to the others. "Thanks, skull-thing!" he says earnestly, and gives it's bare head a rub before offering to anyone else to look into.

"Perhaps there is a healer in town somewhere. Can we run to the nearest holy place and bring one along?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Galen nods along as they move inside. 'I don't know what that voice is, but it hasn't been wrong so far. Guess I'll listen more often."

"Sure, now the cavalry arrives," says Galen sarcastically, rubbing his head where Nic bashed him a few seconds ago. "I told you that dude was bad. How are the others? Let's get this fool inside before it makes any more of a scene."

Galen holds the man fast, not allowing him to escape the pinned state.

Galen grapple, maintain: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 5 = 20

Not sure if Galen's grapple is his action, but if there is still time for Galen to do otherwise, he attempts to pin the grappled foe.

Galen holds the squirming foe fast, even as he changes size and shape attempting to elude capture. Bearing down, Galen tries to pin the man to the ground, until help arrives.

Galen CMB, to pin: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Yes, sir. Grabbing and holding. Need a grapple check? Attached if so.

Galen Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Understanding his mistake, Galen rushes and grabs the man once again. Holdign him this time, and calllign for Nic to come assist. "I think this is him! He has just changed his face."

Galen hears the voice again, but cannot bring himself to listen to it. He hastily apologizes to the man he accosted, making some lame excuse for nearly running him through, then looks wildly about for Don.

"If he is shape-shifter, he could be anywhere!" says Galen to himself morosely, as he sees the futility of the search.

Galen points out the two people who might be Don to Nic, and motions for them to each take on. Hurrying to catch up the farthest one, Galen grabs the man by the shoulder, turning him rather abruptly to face the cavalier

Perception galen

Feel free to roll whenever you need to rather than just asking for me to roll. I can live with your RNG too...

As the young cavalier throws the door to outside open, it bounces back off a stone outside and bangs him in the head. All he sees, for a few moments, are stars....

Galen perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Sorry guys, I overcommitted myself to games and am still behind. Apologies for the delay.

When Galen sees his allies fall, he rushes after the manservant without so much as an "I told you so"

"I'll take the outside door. You go up!" he says to Thorin. "Cry out if you spy him. He may be a change-a-thingy so he might look different."

Galen rushes to the outside door and throws it wide, longsword in hand, looking for anyone moving in the street outside.

1d20 ⇒ 4

Split the difference...

Galen refuses anything offered.

Galen doesn't drink and keeps a wary eye on Don, making sure there isn't any trickery afoot. He is still baffled about the whole voice thing -- could it just have been fooling with him?

Galen looks around at the others a bit taken aback. "Don't you understand? He's going to poison you? He's not who he says he is. We should take him!" His protestations get more plaintive as it appears his allies don't believe him or want to take any action. "But, the voice said...I'm sure of it...I...Well, I'm going to sit down now..." He picks up the manservant, stands him on his feet, dusts him off a bit, and goes to sit in one of the chairs again, shaking his head slowly.

"The voice!" he cries urgently. "The voice told me Don is a change-a-whatever, and even now, he's trying to poison us with those refreshments. He may have a bomb in the back or something!" He looks at the others, clearly distressed. "I've been trying to tell you that skull is talking to me, and it knows things! Check him out while I hold him!"

Finally clueing into just what the heck is going on, Galen rushes back into the room. He points at the manservant. "You. Change thing! Stop right there! I know you're up to no good!"

He moves forward as he calls grabbing the man if allowed to .

Galen Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"But where is the this change-a-whatsit?" asks Galen again. "I understand it can cause trouble, but not if we can find and stop it."

"You're right, I don't know what that is. A change-a-what? Do you know where he is?"

Galen gets up abruptly from the room with the merchant woman and steps outside or into the hall or whatever. "ok, ok, what's so blasted important?" he cries. "Trying to do some business here, ok?"

His voice easily carries back inside where the others are negotiating.

Normally, Galen might volunteer for such duty, allowing the woman to keep her gold as protecting those less able was his bidden duty, but since his mind was addled by hangover, and the voice kept distracting him, he is unable to interject, much to the relief of the others.

"I hear that voice again...still. I thought it was just the drinking, but I still hear it. Where is that skull? I think it's wanting to tell me something." Galen holds his aching head, rubbing the bridge of his nose, distracted from the mission at hand.

Galen shakes his head to try to clear the voice but despite his best efforts, his curiousity is piqued. Trying to pay attention to the woman, he stammers a bit too loudly, "Yes, uh, sure, we are happy to help! Always! Glad we could do it!"

Galen tries to steadfastly ignore the voice, and nods as vigorously as his hangover allows as Reknar suggests entering the merchant's office.

Galen holds his aching head, the result of too much drink from the day before. He still isn't quite sure if dreamt the skull-voice of if it really happened. Either way, he tries to stay away from the bright light of the morning, and the noise of the group as they get ready to meet the merchant lady who invited them earlier.

With the strange jar gone, Galen finds the drink has made him sleeper than he expected. It's not long before he wishes his companions well and heads off for a night's rest.

I am ready to move along

"That thing," Galen says, pointing his mug at the skull-jar. "It keeps talking to me. I don't think i like it too much." He's unsure if anyone can hear him over the raucous noise of the crowd, but as he downs another good bit of whiskey, he's not sure he cares.

Galen's ire rises, helped along by a good amount of the fire-water. "You wound me, sir! A knight's honor is paramount! I take offense to your words. My purpose is to serve others, the poor, the meek, my lord or lady. To lay down my life in such service should the need arise. Now speak your name, or cease prattling about things that you no nothing about!"

He slams his mailed fist on the table to emphasize his point, making all the drinks jump and getting the attention of those around.

"I'm Galen, a knight-in-training. Who are you?" says the young warrior again to seemingly no one.

Galen is distracted as if listening for something else. "What...yeah. Talking to myself, that's it." She shakes his head giving up on hearing the voice again.

Downing another round, Galen figures the whiskey must be working on him more than he thought as a voice speaks to him again. Playing along this time, he says out loud: "Nothing doing, pal. Just celebratin' a job well done. You got a name? Want a drink, eh?"

Galen gladly accepts the shot, and downs it. "Coulda sworn I heard it say 'I have a name you know'. Wonder what its name is?"

"Did any of you hear that?" Galen asks the others, shaking the effects of the alcohol from his head. "I coulda sworn a heard a voice just then." After looking around a bit, his eyes lit on the skull again. "Was that it? The skull is talking to me?"

Galen drank a few with the boys, his head swimming slightly as he did so. He had been really frightened in the tunnels, and the libations were helping him relax and forget. The cavalier raises his mug in salute to the lady who sent more drink their way. "Whatta think that thing is?" he asks the others about the skull on the table.

Galen looks around as the group enters the tavern, hoping the Butt and Thigh is a less risque place than the name implies. Never one to turn down a stiff drink, the cavalier joins the others at the table, ready to spend some of the new found loot.

"What was that invisible thing we ran into down there? Some kind of trickster, I guess?" he asks.

Galen HP: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 +1 FC

Galen only adds By My Honor which grants a +2 will save bonus if he maintains his alignment.

Otherwise, change in saves, HP, and BAB. Profile and tag-line updated.

If the door is locked from the outside and Thorin can't work his magic on it, Galen may try to break it down. What's the door made of?

"Hey, where is everyone going?" calls Galen.

If Thorin is still around... "What do you think candyman? These stones look very valuable. What do you think? Are they worth prying out of here?"

Galen is still looking at the throne wondering if there is something special about it.

Galen continues to the throne area, looking about for anything that is out of the ordinary or remarkable about it.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

I will be out of town for work tomorrow AM through Friday late. Please bot Galen as needed to keep the game moving.

Unable to pinpoint where the disembodied voice is coming from, Galen remembers the voice carrying tubes, and wonders if this is a similar trick.

"Service is earned from worthy acts. Reveal yourself and your worthiness, or cease the infernal prattling!" cries Galen, striding with purpose towards the throne, convinced its all a put-on.

Galen Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14