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Hrogar moves forward to assist Galahad and swipes at one of their new enemies.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13

Hrogar gathers his dropped coins, unsure if his distraction worked. He follows along quietly humming to himself.

When they enter the crypt, he begins walking around to see what's there.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Hrogar reaches in his pocket and fingers a handful of copper coins. Considering their options, he pulled them out and reaches for Ganzer.

"Are you doing the ceremony in which you place coins over the eyes?" he asks the dwarf. "Here. Take these - oops."

Hrogar intentionally bumps Ganzer's arm and drops several coins on the body.

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Hrogar stands there awkwardly - and silently - while attempting to look non-threatening.

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Sense Motive Aid Another: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Hrogar steps back and raises a suspicious eyebrow.

"Illusions, huh?" Hrogar asks from the other room. Everyone hears a loud clatter as he knocks something over. "Guess that wasn't one of them."

Hrogar joins Ganzer in the other room. "Wall of Names? Good thing he was kind enough to give us a clue. I'd hate to be running around this city without knowing what for."

Hrogar lifts up the carpet to look for a trap door.

Are there any stairs to another level?

"Where in the nine hells did those come from? And what were they?" Hrogar asked, clearly surprised. He looks around the room for other dangers.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Hrogar rushes forward into a flanking position across from Tajan and hacks down on the glowing beetle.

Power Attack (-1 attack, +2 Damage) and Flanking (+2 attack)
Scythe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 2d4 + 8 ⇒ (3, 3) + 8 = 14

Hrogar stands in the doorway, glancing up and down the street for trouble. He follows Celebdan in at the rear.

"Want me to kick it open?" Hrogar asks.

"Let's ask Heryn if she knows anything," Hrogar suggests.

Hrogar follows his bald companion and helps by staying silent. He does, however, order another drink.

"Oh?" Hrogar makes a curious noise while peering over everyone's shoulders. "Here I was hoping for a damsel in distress, and the Pathfinders delivered. Eylysia is a woman's name, right? Ha! Knew it."

He put his hands on his hips and smiled proudly. "I hope she's not some old hag. Anyone know the name?"

Hrogar, a bit slow to join the party, lifts his heavy scythe and rushes the nearest troglodyte.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 = 14

Not noticing the subtle change in Hrogar's tone (sense motive -2 :) ), Celebdan continues on his spiel, "Haha, that's a good joke. But nothing stays hidden forever. Better to get it all out the way you want it, then for it all to come tumbling out when you least expect it!"

Hrogar looks at the man as if he were mad and remains silent throughout. He was glad for the invitation to go to the basement.

After watching the dwarf fall, he calls down, "Need a hand up?"

He lays flat on the floor and extends a hand down.

Hrogar finished his first ale and proceeded to the second. "You just keep your charm spells to yourself, and I'll keep my blades to myself. Although, you do look like you've seen some combat. Any juicy stories?"

"Yeah, well..." Hrogar muttered from inside his left mug, "if you go uncovering histories of my past lovers, you'll become history."

He chuckled to keep the mood light, but his eyes were slightly too serious. "Plus, aren't there some things best left hidden? Ancient evil artifacts and whatnot?"

Celebdan happily adds on, "Yes, many volumes of the Pathfinder Chronicles came together under the Wisp’s roof. Famous Pathfinders often stopped by for a drink between assignments. The bar is not officially affiliated with the Society, but maintains good relations with Pathfinders, offering discounts and prompt service. In return, the patronage of Society members have kept it afloat all these years."

"Why can't a bar just be a bar? Everything's got to have a history..." Hrogar mumbled.

His ears perked up and his face glowed with a wide smile when he heard the magical words "drinks are on me." He quickly ordered up two brews, one for each hand, and proceeded to foam his mustache with their bitter bubbles.

"Gods, sorry." Hrogar smacks his forehead. "I'm Hrogar Dotsk. Warrior and smasher of doors."

He extends a meaty, calloused hands to the others and offers a wide smile.

Hrogar laughs at the ploy in his deep bass voice. "Alright, Heryn Gale at the Wounded Wisp. Package of mysterious significance. Let's go, crew."

Hrogar didn't consider himself in charge by any means. He was simply impatient. He put his hands on his hips and waited for someone else to lead the way. Hrogar was also pretty rubbish at directions, too.

Who are the other players? I don't see anyone added yet.