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"Suffice it to say that we disagree on how he was handled. Particularly on the issue of how it impacted his young target."

"Still, I've no desire to fight at this point. I wish you and your date well...but please, no surprises."

No 'shopping' per se, but are there any kind of berry in season? If so, Pavo will go out and pick some and use Goodberry on them, creating 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 berries.

Also, during that last evening home, Pavo will hunt down Solan and try to reason with him...and will wear the circlet while doing so.

"Solan, we need to talk. I've been avoiding this, because our last discussion ended so badly, but I'm realizing it's not just myself I'm putting in danger by letting this lie...not to mention I was unsure I was going to make it to this point"

"You remember the play you told me you'd be 'attending'? Well...I'm in it, the lead, in fact, although under an assumed name. Just telling you that is a major act of trust for me, so please hear me out."

"It's important to me not only that I and my companions survive, but that we do well. So I'm asking you, as your brother, please don't interfere in the play. We're going to have a tough enough time surviving the inherent dangers of the play without additional surprises, and I don't want to risk the audience on top of that.

"Can you do this for me?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Little has been seen of LeVash of the past few weeks. 'Kuda' has occasionally stopped by the old church, but even then his stays are short, and absent pressing business, he leaves quickly. Pavo spends is days, and much of his nights, prowling the creaking manor, unwilling to let things with Solan, but reluctant to break ties with the only family he has.
Finally he decides he can't continue waffling, and confronts Solan

Pavo stalks up to Solan during one of his few times home, "You[i], are an ass. I had things under control. There was a plan, and it was a pretty decent one, until you stepped in. Don't bother denying it, I'm not listening."

"I don't care that you killed that piece of filth, but you didn't [i]think about what came after. I know you're smarter than that, so stupid isn't even an excuse...you just didn't care. You never gave thought to what was going to happen to the kid. Well, you now owe that orphan boy an eye and an arm. How're you going to fix that?"

Pavo turns and walks away, ignoring any protests, only calling over his shoulder, "...and stay out of my stuff"

He flourishes the blackened cloak and leaves.