Pilla Linuveshi's page

"If I were you' I'd be worried about the ghosts!"

I'm having fun here coming up with rumors and half truths. You won't get any clear answers about combat relevant information.

"Go there and see if you find a dog worth of the 2 silver." The woman replies crossing er arms. "And if you make it out alive, you come and tell me that I'm wrong." she adds with a offended stare.

The woman leans closer to Saul, her hand on the counter. "At day there are some stray dogs there, but at night, even they leave. You sear strange noises, like when screaming cats would use words. And when a night is especially silent, you can hear the muffled sound of a flute." she tells half whispering as if not wanting to anger someone by saying it aloud. She stands upright again, and with her hand gone from the counter, so is the coin.

"I've seen nothing, but there are noises at night." The woman says suggestive.

"Haha, what owner? Tis thing's abandoned ever since the war!" the old woman, probably of varisian heritage laughs.

"You should get the ghosts out that haunt the stables, or your horses might be scared to death when you come in the morning." She pilfers the coin from the counter.

"It looked just like a man, only much larger. He wore crudely stitched together furs. And he was unwashed. And large!" Pilla tells.

"Look yourself." Pilla replies and pulls out the pointed red cap, that looks like it is dyed in blood.

"Yes!" Pilla agrees that she should be the center of attention. "I even have the hat I found."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
The woman looks at the group with disbelief. "Who are you?" she asks. "No, matter. Come, buy me something to drink and I'll tell you." she adds. She closes the door and walks to the taverns front room, sits down at a table and waves Amaiko over.

"I found a new donor. Bring me the usual." she tells. As her audience has settled too she tells the story.

"I was on a journey as I noticed smoke rising from the abbey and detoured from my path to investigate. As I approached, I found a strange, small pointed cap of crimson felt that appears to have been soaked in blood."

"A moment later, a boulder - the size of a horse - landed not 10 feet from me. The giant that threw it at me was at least 40 foot tall. I fled, but I'm still not quite sure how I survived other than that I'm always been good at running away from monsters."