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He merely looks up at Carina, not caring for the fear she tries to incite in him.
"I care not for redemption. What I have done there is no redemption for." he says off-handedly as he doesn't care at all what happens to him.

if you let him die after that, you see he doesn't even attempt to linch before his throat is cut.

Bronwyn winces and looks confused as he hears the old man's response. Without missing a beat he replies:

Redeem yourself? Of the beatings? The acid burns? We have seen his face! You created a monster, old man, and that monster took countless lives!

"And you have not killed a man? You have all killed someone, I bet, you claim in self or in cold blood." he states flatly "I care not for your ideals. Life is unfair as are the gods." he doesn't appear to take any more interest in wanting to carry on the conversation as he looks away to the side not wanting to look at any of you.

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"Why am I alive? Want to torture me?" he asks with a clear look of rage in his eyes "None of you are man enough. My Son is more man than any of you, especially after I had beaten him so much."

Bronwyn looks at the old man, thankful for the distraction.

Your son... You mean the Stag Lord? Those scars, was it you?

He waits for his answer, and continues the interrogation:

Why did you attack us, why did you want to kill us?

He seems to grin at the mention of those scars.

Upon waking the man he leers at the group and looks like he's about to try to cast a spell, but with his hands bound he's unable to cast and then leers at the group.
"Why am I alive? Want to torture me?" he asks with a clear look of rage in his eyes "None of you are man enough. My Son is more man than any of you, especially after I had beaten him so much." he laughs as if it seems like some kind of joke.

"We mean you no harm. We are not with the Stag Lord. He is dead."

you don't see anyone in this room and the magic spell of sleep seems to have no effect as you see no one there. After Jameson makes his claim you see a old bruised and filthy man, emerging from the wall and scuttling across the roof of the area above you all. He laughs, revealing his missing and black teeth.

Round 1

Iniative:

The Hermit Ganit D'Artain 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Telias Markan 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Sir Bronwyn Raslov 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Carina Stigard 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Jameson Addercop IV 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Zorestar Lebeda 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Nugrah the Decrepit 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Order:

The Hermit Ganit D'Artain
Sir Bronwyn Raslov
Zorestar Lebeda
Nugrah the Decrepit
Telias Markan
Carina Stigard
Jameson Addercop IV

He's 15ft up so you can't reach him with mellee weapons. His skin appears to have the texture of bark over it too.

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