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Lem ducks behind Bridgette and makes sure all his valuables are secured.

Lem nodded, looking grim. "Yeah, me too."

Lem shrugs at Daranil's invocation of divine inspiration. "Funny how the gods only ever inspire people who are naturally talented at things and work hard and practice." The halfling gestures at the noise of the mod and points down a cross street.

"We should probably go around that."

Thanks.

Lem nods at Azig. "Sure, let's go."

DM, what time is it?

Lem shrugs. "I'm sure the gods have better things to do than listen to a bunch of random people muttering over a grave." The halfling gestures at the grave. "We already saw her ghost once, we'll probably see it again. Either way, she doesn't have to worry about what to do for dinner anymore. We do, so we should get moving." He looks thoughtfully at the back of the house. "Unless... maybe this would be a good place to hole up until things calm down. What do you guys think?"

There is a gold plated rake in the shed.

Can't tell if this is a joke or not.

Voiced muffled by the shed door, the little man called back "Help dig? I think you guys have it covered!" After a few seconds of more rooting around noises, he said "Oh, were you asking me for a prayer? My guy isn't really the last rites sort of guy."

Lem roots around in the shed to see if there's anything valuable in it (unless someone stops him?).

Lem shrugs. "She's dead, who cares?" The halfling seems utterly unconcerned with the idea of a deceased person's property rights.

The halfling tries the doors to see if they're locked.

"I'll go look!" The halfling eagerly rushes out to see if there's anything in the back yard. They're already planning on looting the dead woman's house for anything of value, so why not start in the yard?

Lem nods. "Yep, we should probably get going." The halfling starts to do just that, walking toward the owner of the head and hands' house.

Bluff Aid for Bridget: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

"We were just passing by, officer!" Lem smiled his biggest, most disarming smile and did his best to look non-threatening. At 3 feet tall, his best was very good. Who would ever suspect such an innocent looking young man of nefarious deeds such as arson?

Lem shakes his head. "You act like you've never talked to a copper before. They'll throw someone in irons for looking at them funny. Misplacing the Queen's jewelry is embarrassing for the folks guarding said loot. But someone's got to be there to break us all out of jail."

He shrugs his narrow shoulders. "Yeah, let's go bury her in her yard. She'll probably like it there."

Lem shakes his head and gestures at the rest of the group. "They're determined to get us all thrown in prison. We're going to get blamed for stealing that gem, I know it. But no risk, no reward, right?"

Lem's smile as the group watches the place burn looks almost wistful. Eventually he looks at Azig. "Whatcha planning on doing with that head?"

Lem drops his torch on the pile of kindling.

Can we roll initiative? Lem has no interest in meeting something in this building making a disgusting sound. If he can start the fire before Azig and Hiogryl- who were both outside and moving away, by my read of their last posts, while Lem is inside, so they should have to use at least some time moving back into the building- Lem will do so and not give whatever it is a second thought.

Even if he loses initiative someone's going to have to stop him from setting the place on fire. Then again, a ticking clock is always fun.

Lem lights his torch and holds it over the pile of flammable materials arranged near an interior wall. He yells "Bridget? You done?" Once he's sure everybody in their group is out (the halfling didn't seem too worked up about the idea of anyone else being in the building), he drops the torch into the pile and hustles outside.

Lem heads inside the first room to gather up anything that looks flammable and put it in a pile near the wall to the next room. "Less talkin' more arson! Come on, people!"

"You guys are done already?" Lem had been shoveling food into his mouth but apparently the stew took longer to eat than a rack of ribs because he wasn't even half done. He dropped down off his chair and picked up his pack. "OK fine but somebody owes me something to eat after this, I'm starved."

Let's go set a fire!

Lem shrugged as he shoveled stew and potatoes into his mouth. "Well he's dead now. Did he owe you money or anything? We were gonna go burn down his place once we got some food in us. You should come see."

Lem snorts and looks oddly at Daranil. "Beautiful? You're so weird." The halfling looks back at the dwarf and shrugs. "He's dead." He doesn't look too concerned about it.

"Whoa!" Lem claps his hands and rubs them together with glee. "I'll have the lamb stew and fried potatoes and then bring me that carbonara after that. And some ale!" That was a remarkable amount of food for someone only as large as a human 3 year-old.

Lem hops up into a chair next to Azig, the halfling being small even for one of his kind. "Hi! Pretty dumb looters to try to mug somebody in full armor. Never catch me doing that! What are we eating?"

Everyone knows. When the king dies, they burn certain woods to produce a certain kind of smoke. The Queen takes over, usually.

So the king died and everybody in the city just freaked out and started looting? Seems a little over the top but okay. Is this normal/expected? When was the last time the city had a transition of power?

Do we know why the city is in chaos?

After making copies of the papers the group was going to go somewhere we could take them and the brooch to the authorities. If this is Korvosa I would assume that's Castle Korvosa.

Too small to look intimidating and, anyway, uninterested in looking dangerous, Lem does his best to fade into the background and avoid being noticed.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Oh damn I missed that too, thanks.

Why are we rolling Survival?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Lem snorts. "Who the hell thinks gold is worthless? Fine, I'll take your share of whatever we get." The halfling looks around at the others. "Better for us, I guess."

"The queen?" Lem looks over, nodding at Bridgette. "Yeah, we're more likely to get arrested than rewarded. Maybe we could sell it to a fence."

Lem has only a passing interest in any children. His focus is on finding anything that could exonerate his friend for the murder Lamm framed him for. He does look interested in finding a dead ghost woman's head and hands, though. That sounds interesting. "Yeah, let's look for those," he responds as he looks through the papers.

Lem nods. ”That’s what I’m here for, papers, evidence.” He nods at the gems. ”I won’t say no to a share of those though.”

Lem nods, grinning. "They did! Let's find it."

Lem retreated into the shadows and raised his voice. "Run, lads, unless you want to join your boss in the dirt."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Coming from the darkness, the cleric's voice sounded extremely intimidating.

Lem shrugs and ignores Daranil's weird theatrics. Instead he turns to the trio of thugs. "Hey, so where's the dead guy's office? I need to look through his papers. I was hoping for a confession or something but maybe I can work with just receipts. Unless one of you can give me a confession to the murder of that fisherman last week?"

Lem moves over to Bridgette and pats her on the flank again. "Good luck," he whispers.

Guidance on Bridge again.

How big is the room and how much is in darkness now? Can any of the PCs see?

Lem gestures at Lamm with his little mace. "Drop your weapons and get on the ground or we kill your boss!"

Intimidate check on thugs: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 (+2 if he's in a dim or dark area)

You see three others moving on you.

From where and what do they look like?

Lem yells and points (in the directions DM provides). "He's distracting you! Ambush!"

The man was talking so much Lem was starting to suspect something was up. The halfling looks around to make sure nothing is sneaking up on them from behind.

Perception to check for ambushes or I don't know see if this is an illusion or something: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Lem just came to find evidence to exonerate his friend. Having this guy dead will just make that easier, as far as he's concerned. He chimes in helpfully "Yeah, you're not getting away from us!"

While he doesn't have anything deeply personal against this guy, Lem is pretty excited about the fight. "Yeah! Get him!" He slaps another spell onto the tall woman.

Guidance on Bridgette again.

Remaining safely behind big Bridgette, Lem darts forward to impart another blessing on the ferocious fighter. "You're doing great! Kick his a$$!"

Another Guidance on Bridgette.

Don't forget the +1 to attack (morale) from the Bless spell.

Are we in A8? Who is near the alligator?

Lem raises his shield and mutters a prayer to whatever god was listening. The little man pats Bridgette on the small of her back- maybe the short guy's equivalent of patting the tall woman on the shoulder. "Go get him!"

Cast Guidance on Bridgette for an additional +1 to attack (competence, so it stacks).

Lem, apparently the only one who hadn't seen Lamm before, jumped when everybody started shouting. As soon as he understands what's going on he yells "Get him!"

Surprise round action = cast Bless, 1 min duration (+1 to party attacks, saves vs fear)

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Lem looks around at everyone, stunned at their nonchalance. "That's more gold than I've ever seen in one place before. Man you guys must be rich."

Ready to move on.

"Whoa that's a lot of gold!" Lem gawks at the huge pile of gold in the chest. "This must be this guy's treasure room!"

Lem snorts as he comes out from behind Daranil now that Azig is restrained. "Do people normally admit to that kind of thing where you're from? That's criminal activity here, I'm pretty sure," the halfling says with a smirk.