Numbers waves as the naga leaves and then says, "So that's what a naga looks like. Neat!"
He then looks at the rest of the Pathfinders. "Well, I suppose we could go back to the Lodge and report in. That was the last quest they gave us at the party. Or we could just go seek another adventure..."
Numbers fancies himself better than a barrister who is obviously representing the shady side of the law. He strolls up to the barrister and begins to harangue him, demanding that the barrister stop his demagoguery of the mob.
Diplomacy:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
If he has to stay on the same target he will. If not he moves to the drunk and uses Deception.
Numbers says, "We should take it back to the Lodge. We'd have our very own construct. Think of the prestige we would get being new Pathfinders with a construct."
Numbers sees the creature and is amazed that something like that could be created. "It doesn't seem like it wants to attack us. That's odd. I thought sea monsters always attacked right off the bat. I wonder if it's hungry?"
He gets out some rations and offers them to the creature while using Diplomacy to make it feel liked.
Numbers move about a little bit carefully as he gets used to feeling the squishy algae squirt up between his toes. He peers about looking over the wrecked ship.
Numbers is wondering why the area stinks of vinegar? "You know, I can understand it smelling like fish, but vinegar? Maybe it's magic that is turning sea water into vinegar! I bet it is has something to do with the ship we are going to!"
Numbers pipes up. "That was a cool ritual. Can we try that again and see if we can pull out a shadow thing to play with that tyrannosaur downstairs?"
Getting serious, which is rather hard for this halfling to do, he says, "We were sent to visit you about your employment situation. The college has been a little rough on you regarding your work with rituals. I have no idea why they are so mean. That was a cool ritual. If they would just get off your back you could do so much more with them. Anyway, we represent the Pathfinder Society. The Society is interested in having you work for them. That way, you can do rituals with no pressure."
Numbers speaks up. "We're here to stop a horrible disaster from happening due to someone performing a ritual with too many shortcuts. If you value your job and insurance benefits, you'll let us in and show us the way to where it is being done before it blows up."
Numbers moans upon hearing the name of that dreaded portal to the Nine Hells and quickly orders a double shot of tequila, downing it in one gulp when it arrives.
"Oh, why did it have to be that place? Of all the gin joints in the world, she had to walk into mine..."
He blinks and shakes his head as if to reorient himself after the shot.
"Wrong universe. What was I saying? Oh yeah, not that accursed place! That pestilent building has been the bane of Absalom for a decade or more. And now we have to go to it and try to stomp out yet another warped experiment gone wrong. Yeah, that's the ticket!"
He slides off the bar stool and rushes to tell the others the bad news.
"If you don't mind, I think I will try to scout ahead just a bit and look for things like traps and stuff. You never know when a pit will open up under your feet or a rigged door will blow up in your face."
Looking at Elluin, he says to him, "I can't cast Detect Magic so if you can do that as I search for traps we can possibly nullify any really bad ones and maybe find some magic stuff is there is any."
He nimbly moves ahead of the group while using his incredibly good thieving skills to detect traps and search for hidey-holes and stuff like that.
Thievery:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
He also pulls his rapier from his belt. He moves through various doors until he reaches the point he is on the map unless something causes him to do something differently.
Numbers speaks up, "My friends, I think I detected a haunt in the area. We probably need to take care of that before triggering it. I heard those things can be nasty. If I recall correctly, I think we need to use some divine skills to pacify it. Those are not my forte."
The halfling pulls out his deck of "lucky" cards. Shuffling swifter than the eye can see, he slaps the deck on a table and pulls four cards off the top. Holding them up so the rest of the party can only see the backs of the cards, he says, "I've got an ace, a deuce, a trey, and a four here in my hand. We'll use Elluin's order. Someone draw a card and that's where we go first."
He grins broadly as if he expects you to lose money to him on the deal somehow.
Someone roll a d4 and that's where we can go first if you want to do it that way.
The red-haired halfling saunters up to Zarta with a mischievous grin on his face and asks her, "Zarta, I heard you were an expert about Fifty Shades of Gray? Is there any truth to that? Inquiring minds want to know!"
"It is quite sad about those refugees. They often seem to need some medical help but can't afford any. You would think Absalom's government would do something about that in order to gain loyalty from the refugees.
The halfling whispers conspiratorially to his friends. "Look! We got a kill mission. This looks like a lot of fun. I wonder if we will get any other missions while we're here. We should load up. Let's go see Fola Barun. She's always wanting to help new Pathfinders out."
The halfling man walks up to Kreighton Shaine and introduces himself.
"Dean Shaine, in New Thassilon we haven't used much accounting. Since we've integrated with your timeline, it's been a struggle getting our economy working properly with the rest of Varisia. The Runelords never really worried about that sort of thing since they instituted a command economy. Before I left, they had delegated economic matters to a council which is trying to move the economy to a mix of socialism and mercantilism which would allow for the growth of a middle class that would then help us begin to upgrade our means of production."
"No, not the way you think! He helped open up Varisia so that others would venture there. It's a good thing he did because that is what saved us in the end when one of the old Runelords tried to undo everything that took place for thousands of years."
He settles down and grins. "It's a long tale that can wait for a proper telling. Let's go see Eando!"
The red-haired halfling strides confidently up to the table and speaks in a loud voice. "Cap'n Calisro! I'm so glad to see you in charge of the refreshments. I was worried it would just be punch, but I know, he winks conspiratorially at her, that you wouldn't let that happen on your watch." He grins broadly at her at he thrusts out an overlarge red Solo cup to be filled.
Looking at Aagir he smiles and remarks to him, "I've heard about the great gambling dens in Katapesh. I can't wait to go there some day. Do you know any good ones to start with? I don't want to scare away the easy marks too quickly before I "acquire" their money in an," he clears his throat, "honest game of cards." He grins broadly at Aaqir.
A halfling man with a mop of red hair which matches the unkempt red hair on his feet and lower legs walks up behind the party while shuffling a deck of cards in his hands.
"A party! Oh, I hope they have gaming tables in there. I haven't had a good game of cards in quite a while."
Seeing Janira, he speaks to her.
"Hello again, Janira! I see you have gotten a promotion. Hey, how about we go hang out at the Wounded Wisp sometime. I heard they found a secret passage there a few years ago."
He smiles and bows to her, then makes his way to the punch bowl while looking to see if the punch has any punch to it or is just bland flavored water.
