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Navarion eyes the Halfling carefully, and his his eyes begin to take in the creature's nuances as he awaits for a response.

Is this actually one of the shire-folk, or is this merely a cleverly designed trap to knock us off our guard? Or did the Zey double-book the job, assuming that we can't handle this rather simple task? Or was the halfling already here when the tapestry was acquired? If so, does that mean that the Pathfinder Society owns this hobbit? Then we, as duly appointed members of the Society ... this is going to end badly. I think I remember seeing a recipe for halfling stew in that tome of lower plannar cuisine ...

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 to determine if the Halfling is real and of any apparent threat.

Upon reaching the extra-dimensional space, Navarion immediately begins turning in a small circle, carefully looking in each direction, including up and down, to see if anything registers in his mind as wrong, off, or potentially dangerous. While he searches, his brow furrows, which ever so slightly elevates his pearlescent horns on his head, and his tail flicks continuously back and forth behind him as he turns.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 to find mundane dangers or anomalies, and

Knowledge: Planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 to find information or dangers of an extraplanar or extradimensional nature.

Navarion appears to passively await his turn to touch the portal key, as he subtly maneuvers to be the second one through unless someone objects or takes overt action to jockey for position.

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 to move himself into position without looking like he's actively trying to do so.

Navarion continues to remain silent and complacent, with a calm and inscrutable smile plastered across his countenance, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Having already had a run in with Zey, and not expecting anything fruitful to be gained by further interaction, he merely waits for the others to become as frustrated and irritated with Spell Master as he is.

Navarion recoils from Al-Kabyyr's outburst.

Maelephant dung! So much for first impressions. Try to salvage this, Mexus, the best way you know how; the best lies are merely the truth with a minor change in the details ...

Navarion replies in an even and measured sober tone, ”Sir Al-Khabyyr, I sincerely apologize for any offense that I have offered you. I know a thing or two about being judged and misjudged by one’s appearance and heritage. Please know that it was not my intent to insult you, and that I am deeply sorry for my mistake.” With that, Navarion gives a deep bow towards Al-Khabyyr.

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

As he rises, Navarion’s eyes shift to lock onto the blind(?) female. Navarion’s tail flicks from side to side, in minor frustration, as her appearnce and words interrupt the flow of conversation and prevent Al-Khabyyr from responding. However Navarion’s expression remains neutral. After she addresses the group, Navarion responds to her again with a careful and even tone, ”My lady, we are indeed the individuals that you seek. It would seem that our team is now assembled. I am Lord Mexus Navarion, and these gentlemen,” Mexus gestures with a flat upturned palm to his left and right towards each of the men, ”are Sir Honus Gisborne, and Sir Fahim Al-Khabyyr.” Navarion then waits patiently for a response, and gauges her movements and demeanor.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 to convey a sense of welcoming to the woman, and
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 to determine her mood and bearing.

Just as Navarion was about to respond to Gisborne’s question, Al-Khbyyr appears and draws Navarion’s keen eye. As Gisbone introduces Navarion with his title intact, Navarion gives a polite nod to Al-Khabyyr, and then he returns Gisborne’s glance with a knowing, but ambiguous polite smile. Finally sensing a break in the conversation in which to insert himself, Navarion responds first by greating Al-Khabyyr, ”It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Al-Khabyyr. I am sure the vast knowledge of a cunning Garundi will serve us well to complete the goal that Master Zey has set for us. Your presence is most welcomed.” Navarion’s tail flicks from his right to his left as he concludes his statement with a polite nod.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6, to convey a sense of welcome and acceptance to Al-Khabyyr.
Mexus momentarily contemplates, ”Have I heard of the Al-Khabyyr family before? Are they nobles among the Garundi?”
Knowledge: Nobility: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Regardless, a question has been posed that needs to be answered. Navarion seamlessly shifts his attention from Fahim to Honus, stating, ”I am well versed with respect to planes, demi-planes, and extra-dimentional spaces. I suspect that our travel through the tapestry will take us either to the entry way, or just outside the gates of the Temple of Empyreal Enlightenment. However, that is far from guaranteed. Consulting with Master Zey regarding exactly where we will be transported may be worth clarifying with him.”

Navarion gives the man an appraising sideways glance as his presence first presents itself at his flank. Navarion’s ire from his previous interaction with Zey still flaring hotly in his mind leads him to initially have only a half-formed thought, “ … Hell’s fury! Now I have to deal with an uppity Priest too! And an Iomedaish priest at that. What frustration is he going to …” As Gisborne begins to talk and then to introduce himself, Navarion comes to a casual stop and turns to face the priest directly. The hint (or plainly whitewashed) frustration begins to melt from his face, like acid rain washing away a layer of hell-fire soot on the cobbles that line the streets of the city of Dis. Navarion smiles politely, with a small measure of genuine pleasure, which allows the tips of his pointed eyeteeth to protrude from between his lips, and his fleshy tail begins to flick from side to side every so often, like a contented feline. ”Sir Gisborne, I believe that it will be a pleasure to work with you on this mission. I am happy to add your capabilities to my own, and together, I think we shall be more than capable of handling the task at hand. Did you overhear the briefing that Master Zey was … kind enough to provide, or would it be to your advantage to discuss the details with me?”

Navarion’s eyes narrow as Zey replies with his blatant, ostentatious, and cleverly rude retort. When Zey dismissively flicks his hand to dismiss Navarion, Navarion raises an eyebrow and responds, ”Master Zey, you have a talent for twisting polite conversation and address into a needless display of dominance. It leaves one to wonder about what you could possibly feel insecure. However, I thank you for giving me leave, and I shall take it now.” With that, Lord Nevarion turns casually and moves to leave the chamber.

Navarion considers Zey's response for a brief moment.
Knowledge: Nobility: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Realizing that Zey holds no title outside of the Pathfinder Society, Navarion dismisses Zey's potential condescension as an irrational dislike that the masses sometimes harbor for those of noble blood. He's encountered situations like this before, when those of lesser blood have tried to use their position within a private organization to erroneously elevate their social rank to equal his own. However, Zey has work that Navarion needs, and what's more is that Zey's reputation as a powerful mage precedes him. Navarion quickly determines that there is no reason to force the issue and risk losing the job, much less being turned into a toad, or worse.
Navarion nods again, saying with the slightest hint of deference, "Thank you for the clarification, Master Zey. If it meets with your approval, I will take the next hour to collect my things and ready myself for the task at hand."

Lord Navarion nods solemnly, with full focus on the Master of Spells as the details of his first expedition are explained. Navarion’s fine green and blue velvet robes ripple slightly as his pale slender tail flicks casually while he listens intently, and he shifts his weight as Aram Zey asks for questions. Without a bit of hesitation, Navarion replies in the neutral tone of an equal, “Master Zey, what supplies will be provided in the cache you mentioned?”