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Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Maxine initially tries to gather information from the locals, but after a mention of a local scandal she instead turns into a storm of gossip and giggles and falls behind the rest of the group.

"Wait for meeee!" Maxine bursts into the museum, panting and sweating. "What'd I miss? Are you Mercival Jeggare?" She walks up to the round man and shakes his hand vigorously, asking "You know about this talkin' magic thing?"

"Howdy y'all!" An energetic voice rings out over the lodge, bubbling in anticipation of her first mission. "Maxine Lark here, ready for adventure!" A human looking girl with an overpacked bag across her shoulder, Maxine is practically vibrating with excitement as she awaits her fellow Pathfinders.

"The Decemvirate huh? That seems like a big order for my first mission, but I'm sure we got this! Right Ronaldo?" Peeking out from a fold in her bag, a toad croaks in agreement.

Working!

”Maxine Lark, ready for Adventure!”

My only options are 0 experience characters, so I will most likely be bringing this melee sorcerer. If this is likely to be a low-combat, skill heavy scenario I can whip something else up.

If you’re going low tier, Maxine Lark is a fresh level 1 (non-Core) character itching for adventure. She’s a Tattooed Sorcerer that’s built for melee, uses Bluff for social encounters, and has her pet toad Ronaldo to help along the way. Too bad she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed.

An audible groan can be heard from across the bar, loud (and dramatic) enough to be heard over the general hubbub of the lodge. ”It’s called a Fire-In-The-Hole, two parts kill-devil rum, one part gunpowder!” Barking at the unfortunate bartender was a human-looking girl in her early 20’s whose face was currently twisting into an expression of horror. ”Whaddya mean ya ain’t got any gunpowder!?”

She grumbles to herself as she accepts his counter-suggestion—a simple mug of ale—and begins looking for the job board. ”Now how’s am I supposed to get a job ‘round here when everyone else has got all this fancy-schmancy gear already? Gotta get experience to get work they says, but they only hirin’ people whose proved themself already!” The girl was in a full rant to herself as she sulked through the lodge, stomping her feet heavily as she looked for the notice board. ”Alls I wants is to be a Pathfinder, but they say ‘looking for experienced adventurers’ and ‘Core only!’” She pauses and turns her head, complaining to a toad that was nestled atop her backpack. ”What in the stars does ‘Core’ mean anyway!?”

With a huff she stomps her way onto the top of a table (much to the chagrin of those seated there) and shouts across the lodge, ”Maxine Lark is available for hire, the best warrior and sorceress this side o’ the Shadow Plane!”