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Lucas is invisible for the next eleven minutes as he begins to prowl around the outskirts of the camp looking for a bandit to charm. If he can find one alone, he sneakily sneaks up behind and taps him or her on the shoulder with a charm spell. If all goes well, he appears from invisibility, smiles back at his new adoring fan, and leads them back to a secluded area to have a little chat.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

Lucas's charm save dc is 17, and, of course, he has cast a message spell prior to going invisible to make sure everyone is group chat.

Lucas packs several odds and ends including a crowbar, tooth brush, extra hat, smelling salts, a potion of bulls strength, three maps of the area, a compass, two sextants and a blacksmith's hammer into his handy haversack, next to the loads of detritus already inside. He then shoulders it, changes his face so he looks like a long-legged elf who has been traveling in the forest so long there are twigs and leaves sticking out from every bit of clothing, and is ready to proceed down the road.

Lucas glides over to where Marble hides in the corner and slaps a dapper little fedora on his head. "It's JonBenet time old friend. Come join us at the table."

"Oh divine! What a delight to raise a child and teach it to be alive. After all, the voice of parents is as the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants." Suddenly Lucas's expression changes, and he looks old for a moment. Lucas's use of illusion magic has become seamless and constant. It is difficult to tell which face, if any of them, is the "real" him. He continues, wrinkles growing as he speaks.

"That reminds me. I'm quite worried about Meryl. She was showing so much progress, and then she had to go act the fool. *Ahem* Jess, I've forgotten, what exactly is happening with these bandits and kidnapping? That silly girl was mentioning dark rituals."

Lucas is lying. He never forgets a thing, and as he speaks the lie to Jess he takes 20 on a knowledge (local) check for a total of f@%$in' 40 on the skill check.

A seven foot tall swaddling of brown robes follows Clayton into the bar and orders a watermelon infused drink with a cherry on top and sits down at a table for two. Shortly thereafter, exactly when no one is looking, the table is empty except for a short elf who heads toward the bar and asks for a stout beer with a strong coffee on the side. She heads back toward the table, across from the watermelon drink and starts muttering. Moments later (again, exactly when no one is looking) the swaddled figure is back and begins muttering back to the stout and coffee combo.

This continues until Thym laughs particularly loudly at one of Clayton's stories. Something inside Lucas hears it and responds. His illusion falls off and he floats over towards Clayton and Thym, settling on the ground just as he reaches their table. "Oh my friends, how I've missed you!" For a moment his face morphs into Hasta's and he says "how's the wife?"