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Society(T): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"I am Lande Eskudm, a pathfinder. I suspect that you know why we are here." Lande's loaded crossbow is in his hand but carefully pointed away from anyone.

The Cleric holds his tongue and his ground, waiting for the others to make a decision.

Lande keeps his crossbow in hand, but follows a strict bolt discipline, his finger clear of the trigger and the bolt pointed clear of anyone that is not an active threat.

Lande will be using Search

Religion DC:10: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The priest/manhunter looks around and whispers, "Irori, what has the Master of Masters to do with this?"

At the sound from the west Lande makes a closed fist gesture and a quiet "Tctch" be fore raising his crossbow and looking to the west.

Religion DC:10: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The priest/manhunter looks around and whispers, "Irori, what has the Master of Masters to do with this?"

At the sound from the west Lande makes a closed fist genture and a quiet "Tctch" be fore rasing his crosbow amd looking to the west.

Lande seems actively uncomfortable while on the ship.

"What can you tell us of Vedesha?"

Lande moves along with the rest, his eyes moving the whole time watching for trouble.

Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

After the last debacle Land arrives early, he heans against the wall in some shade the key around his neck glowing with a soft gold light.

I would enjoy going through the rest of the Quests.

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Earn a living as a bounty Hunter Legal Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Lande would move forward to inspect the fallen mans "Wayfinder" 'Was this a lie of opportunity or are their an organized group working out there?'

Perception(T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Thank you for the bot, I was suffering from analysis paralysis. wanting to cast Magic Weapon but not burn all my spells too early.

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Who is your Venture Captain Boy?"

He looks to his companion to the left, then back to the man.

"You are at the disadvantage here, lets stay calm"

Intimadate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Lande slides the flask into his bandoleer.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"It is probably better that we leave that alone, until we have a better idea what it does."

Cautiously Lande hands his spare skin to Koruk his eyes keep moving, something seems to have set him on edge.

"I've a spare waterskin, how long will it take? Lande speaks to the dwarf without looking from the hall he is covering.

"I agree we should proceed with caution. The priest follows the others carefully crossbow ever ready, except to raise it when a friendly crosses his line of fire.

Lande takes a swig from the offered flask he hands it back with a copper. "Thank you."

The dusty Talden man wears the garb of a simple caravan guard, with the exception of the glowing key around his neck and the well made crossbow with brass scales on the limbs.

He moves in crossbow at the ready.

Search

Lande has been riding his camel hard to catch up to the group he missed, following the directions supplied by VC Balentiir. He sees the entrance, knowing that he has come late and prays that it is not too late.

With a quick prayer the key at his neck begins to glow with golden light. With his crossbow ready he proceeds quickly to catch up calling quietly. "I am a fellow Pathfinder I come in peace"

Hustle

Lande is ready for his first Pathfinder mission.