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PBPs can be hard to get into a rhythm. Persistence is key :)

Gordo harrumphs, but ultimately isn't sure that he has any way to influence Valanni's position. Still, a final try couldn't hurt.

"Oh, paperwork. I can see how that would take up the time. Is there anything we can do to help?"

Oh dear :-)
Aid another to intimidate: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

Gordo tries his best to back Thorgil up without looking ridiculous. He really does try.

Gordo has no social skills, so he might be best placed to assist with whatever Thorgil is best at. I'm guessing intimidation...

Gordo shuffles his feet uncomfortably, hoping that Thorgil has the answers to some of these difficult bureaucratic questions.

Gordo salutes in lieu of bowing or kneeling or any of that other muck. It's a casual salute, but still shows some respect.

"Hello guvnor. The old man, Major Maldris that is, arsked us to hexpedite some paperwork concerning the hexpansion of the wossname. The Andoran Embassy. Seemed to think you was the cove what could help us out and get things moving."

"Right, wonder if the next conversation will be as easy. What was it the Marshal wanted us to do again? Something about getting the embassy sorted on double time?"

"Thanks for yer help!" Gordo gives a cheery nod to the shaking clerk and follows Thorgil through. He grins up at the tall barbarian, "That was amazing! I like you already, I was thinking I'd have to bribe him, but one scowl and he nearly shat himself!"

Gordo looks round, and up, at his companion to see if she is about to speak. This early in their working relationship he doesn't want to talk over her. Mostly because she could crush him underfoot.

Gordo gives a sloppy salute, and straightens his bright red jacket. "M'name's Gordo, and this is Thorgil. Apparently we're supposed to talk to some geezer goes by Mister Krinst. Leastways that's what the Major tole us. Is he in? Krinst I mean, not the Major. He's in Andor. The Major, that is." Gordo manages to extricate himself from his own sentence.

"So, we in luck?"

Gordo and Thorgil head out into the bright streets of central Magnimar, making for the Pediment Building. Once they find it, Gordo stands to his full height, puffs out his chest with slightly manufactured pride, and looks for a reception area.

Gordo accept his flask back after it's turn round the room, "There should be some fire to it, it's proper plum brandy, all the way from Cheliax." He takes a last nip then reluctantly puts the flask away and opens his message.

After he reads it the halfling introduces himself, "M'name's Gordo Horfrost, recently a military man, now attached to these irregulars, like yerselves. Specialty is finding things ter drink, and thinks to set on fire." He grunts and stands up, straightening his red jacket. "Anyone else got a hankering to see the Pediment Building?"

Thorgil, you heading that way?

Gordo flings his backpack onto a random bunk, then unstoppers a small metal flask and takes a swig. "Sunset seems a long way away. Who else brought snacks, or drinks?" the halfling asks, waving his flask in a way that might be an offer to share its contents.

Andoran

"Gordo Horfrost reporting for duty, as it were. What's the gig?"