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After the groups are decided Ith rises from his corner chair and sets a brisk pace out of the building and onto the streets of Sasserine, where he uses his sperior elven grace and tongue to find out what he needs before quickly moving on to the next person.

Diplomacy [16,5] = (21)

With Aid Another its a 25

I am also proficient in several languages and am willing to lend my services in the translation as well.

Ith shows up to lunch several minutes late without his sword and armor and quietly sits in a chair in a corner paying little attention to what is going on around him...

Coughs up some blood...

Ith stands up from the back of the boat and lets loose an arrow at one of the Nixie's crewmen that fired bolts at thier boat. he then drops his bow and prepares to climb up after Finn.

Ith sees Finn speak his arcane words and loosens his double scimitar in its sheath...

"Finally a good use for the warforged on this trip, lets let them walk over and try to be stealthy enough to get the ring and get out without alerting the entire harbor."

Ithiniar bows to the lady and sits at the far end of the table where he can watch the group.

"Those maybe a fine jobs for half-breeds, children, and warforged who cant play soilder, but I am a warior born and won't stoop to that level."

Ithaniar walks into the room and examines those whom he assumes have also been summoned to the ladys aid, a pair of warforged (no match for a trained valenar), a human who doesnt feel quite right, a small child, and an elf tainted with human blood.

"I accept your Lady's humble offer. This will be a great oppertunity to bring honor to my ancestor."

Ithaniar begins his day reflecting on the life of his ancestor and practicing his with his double scimitar, hoping that today will he will be able to do something worthy of his ancestor and inspire future valenar.

Ithaniar feels the need to live the life of his ancestor and is always ready to do anything the legend he follows may have done, of course this sometimes gets him in trouble like the times he single handedly attacted a small group of hobgoblin or went of into the Jungles of Quabarra looking for a lost fortress where his ancestor may have stayed.

Since arriving in the city of Sasserine he has tried to keep a low profile but his natural tendancies to show of has lead to him crossing his blades with local ruffians more than a few times just to show off the power of his ancestor's style.

Stats will be here later...