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"Alright then. Varus, if you could get another there spear bolt ready for me."

He points out to the rack on the wall as he pulls another bolt which allows the ballista to turn and aim in a different direction. He points it at the far door, which has a very steep angle from its current position.

"This will be an odd shot, but I can hit it. If we needed to blow out the other door, the one that leads outside, it'd be much easier." Indeed, the ballista has nearly a straight shot right at and out the other door.

"Here we go! YAAAA" he yells, pulling the release for the weapon.

Himalt shrugs. "Aye, if you want. Someone bring me more spears and help me reload it, if we need to." he pulls the pin, arming the ballista and waiting for someone to object.

If we get a 2nd approval for firing on the door here, Himalt will.

"Ooohh!" Himalt says, finding a bolt to remove to get the thing ready to fire, he starts to remove it before stopping himself. "Should I arm it?" he asks, looking at the massive bolt pulled back and ready to launch.

Himalt whistles softly as he looks at the large weapon of siege warfare. He tests the point of the bolt, which is currently ready to fire, and looks around for a release mechanism.

Himalt blanches a bit at Sharla's speculation. "Eeuugh. I hope not." he growls.

"What do ye all want me to do?" He glances around the workshop, eyeing the ballista with grim curiosity.

Himalt enters the room and helps Varus take them apart. He takes the two light crossbows, folds them down, and places them into his pack. The other is held to hand to Sharla when she is done with the chests.

"I do not." Himalt says as he peers around, alert. "I haven't seen this temple in some time. It has not been treated kindly." he says, noticing the broken windows, dug up cemetery, and destroyed crypt.

But Galenus does. Assuming you didn't mean someone OTHER than the children he already met with.

"I'd be very careful about bringing the whole place down on our heads. If it happens, it happens, but I recommend fleein' if it were to. After the orcs took over the temple, we sent some scouts out to determine their strength. Those that survived described an encampment that could probably house maybe over one or even two hundred. This isn't a small force of orcs that have put up shop in a temple, but rather a small army who is very good at acting discretely."

Himalt pauses for a second, thinking if there is anything else he should warn his employers about that might save his own life. "They are odd, for orcs. I don't know who their commander is, but they are operating in a very unorc-like manner. If your plan is to thin their numbers, expect it to be quite the lengthy endeavor. But so better for Wyatt Peak, it would be nice to not have to worry about hundreds of orcs nearby, even if they do keep well enough to themselves in the temple."

Himalt seems suspicious of Varus' answer. "You mentioned some of you are trained in the arcane arts, earlier... that was just happened?" he asks, looking over to Galenus. "Did you just... ENCHANT him or something?"

He continues to hold his club, as if expecting Martin will start aiming his crossbow around any second. He really wasn't sure what was going on, not being included in the telepathic messages (I believe that's what you were going for, Galenus)

"Is this MAGIC?" he emphasizes the word as if he's never actually need any before.

With his club out, and still ready to jump out of the way of a bolt, Himalt gives the crossbowman a wary look. "Is he-... What happened?" he says, utterly confused.

Seeing things about to break, Himalt goes for his club and gets ready to dodge if the crossbow swings in his direction.

init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Let us keep quiet until the madman puts down the crossbow!" Himalt whispers back to Varus, eyeing the man and keeping his hands up.

Himalt's eyebrow arches when he hears the demands from the man inside. When entering, following everyone else, he sees the crossbow and raises his hands peacefully, his expression settling in a flat, passive mask of consternation.

He gives Varus a look as they approach the fire, declaring his unhappiness with being held at crossbow point on his first day, and before reaching the orcs no less.

"I know none more than you have already said. The two were generally private. Martin would sometimes socialize with the towns folk at the Cup, but I rarely saw Sheamus. I'm curious to tell the truth. You need me to follow with? You're paying for the day,after all. "

Himalt gives it a long, hard think. "Hmm... Alright. I'll do it for a gold on the first day, but if things start getting too dicey, I may change my mind for the second." He says. "When do we head out?"

Yup, perfect use of the Help action for a charisma check.

"Himalt, Miss." the dwarf corrects, standing patiently at the table.

"Two gold a day seems fair for me to risk my life helpin' you."

A dwarf walks into The Cup, wearing leather armor, equipped with a club, a crossbow, and a large traveling pack. A small quiver of a half dozen arrows is strapped to one thigh.

He gives a look around the room, easily spots the table of adventurers, and approaches.

"Good morn." he says simply, looking at each person. He gives a nod to Varus, the one face he recognizes. "This yer group, eh? I hear you lot might be killing some orcs. Good! If I can help, I will. So long as you've got the coin you mentioned."

I see only one thing left in the group loot on my main profile, a potion taken from the Orog. What do you guys plan to do with this?