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Radi tries to talk Khedron out of his task of guarding him.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

A bluff toll from Heshan please.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Rumor has it you have an artifact with you."

"I am paid to find out what you're up to. By the One Source Merchant guild."

Figuratively, not literally. Otherwise it would be a perception roll.

"Just kill me already." Radi challenges Ohrmizd.

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Radi shouts at Ohrmizd shaking in rage. "What you say makes no sense. But it is in vain to talk reason to your kind. You can't even quote your own goddess scripture right. It's 'From the remorseless evil of the undead and fiends to the cruelties born in the hearts of mortals.', but that doesn't fit your agenda as I'm no fiend, so you leave it out."

"I asked you nothing. You came to me offering help. If you changed your mind, and think I don't deserve to be helped, move on and leave me be."

"What bad shall happen to me? What you accuse me of is not telling the truth. What is the punishment Erastil and Sarenrae would hand out for that? Tell me! If this gets bad for me then you are bigger frauds than I am!"

Will?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Radi is not moving even slower.

Radi holds his ears and falls to his knees in pain.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"I'm not coming back to that crazy guy."

"Are you crazy?!? Call that thing off!"

Herd isn't on Khedrons trick list and Radi is no sheep.

Radi doesn't answer, but runs away.

"I don't know for sure. Maybe a dozen?"

"I was thrown off the cart as it was still moving and crawled away. Luckily they didn't come after me."

"It's not that easy. The stuff that was stolen might be overall at thousand gold. My cost that is. The profit I'd expect from that would be 1500 gold if I'm lucky or 1200 gold if someone was faster selling this kind of stuff in Katapesh. I travel to Osirion and back in about three month. To be safe I'd have to hire at least four experienced guards. That would cost me at least 2 gold a day, plus feeding them. Which would cost me around 250 gold."

"So best case it halves my profit, worst case it would lead to a net loss. I always was lucky in regards to bandits, but this time my luck ran out. I should have waited for a group of merchants to travel that direction. That would have been safer."

After this embarrassing situation the rest of the travel to Katapesh has no more unpleasant surprises. Radi has to suffer through Aithaloessa's continuous inquiries about the calling of the scroll. It takes all his mental strength to not admit what really happened.

When the group reaches Katapesh Radi is actually helpful as he knows his way around Katapesh and can tell which way to the villa of Rayhan at the delta of the river Scorpius.

Then Radi thanks the group for taking him along, and leaves to visit his guild.

"I don't know for sure. Maybe a dozen?"

"Just a few bruises when I fell of the moving cart, nothing serious."

"You can and would take on a whole group of bandits to get my wares back? Isn't that too dangerous? And I can't pay you for that. Not now. I could if you get it back and we're in Katapesh, but... I don't know, what payment would you expect?"

"That thing was it." Radi tells as Aithaloessa checks the Scroll of Kakishon.

"Okay, you got me... but I had to look. See, I was sleeping here and suddenly I heard my name whispered. It woke me up, but there was no one there. But it kept calling. And it came from the bag. I swear..."

Let's not pay Radi for me failing to answer that.

"That is very kind of you. I'll gladly have tea with you." Radi tells.

"About my warez. It was mostly everyday stuff you can buy in any general store. And not too much of that. I'm on my way back from Osirion, and would restock on that in Katapesh. But I also had some Orsirian jewellery. Most of it just nice to look at, gilded, not gold. But that could have been sold for a good price in Katapesh. It really hurts that that is gone. And of course they took all the coin I had in the cart. You saw it, there was nothing left behind!"

"My name is Radi Hamdi."

"You're none of those bandits?" the man replies.

As no one attacks him, he gets up and dusts himself off. "My wagon and I were attacked by bandits. They shot my camel and the wagon flipped over. I crawled away and only could watch as they slaughtered my camel and carried away all my warez."

"I'm lucky, they didn't come after me."

Radi jolts up from his sleeping place. "What happened? Are we under attack?"

"Of course I´ll do a shift too. Maybe the one after your's? You could just wake me when you return to bed." he suggests to Aithaloessa.

Hidden between the rocks and underneath the bush lies a man in tattered robes that doesn't look good, with bruises and a bloody nose.

As Ohrmizd approaches him with the bow ready he robs away, with a stretched out defensive hand. "No please, don't."

"Nightly lectures about primal magic sounds interesting." Radi replies and accepts the offer to join Aith in her compartment of the tent.

As you come back to the Oasis Radi comes out of hiding. He makes a guess what happened by the look of Knights "The things befalling you are worse than I ever had to face on my travels. But you definitely come out better than I did."

"Everything. The One Source Guild is one of dozens of major importer/exporter guilds helping to keep the mercantile machine of the huge city in constant motion."

The man studies Aithaloessa's face again and bursts out "You are the sheriff, aren't you?"

With visible relief he adds "I'm Radu Hamdi! I'm with the One Source Merchant's Guild. I'd really like to come along with you. That way I'm safe."

The guy rolls to his side and pushes himself up to sitting position. He accepts the water and takes a big sip. "I'm headed to Katapesh. And I still have to, as there is nothing left to get me on my feet again anyplace else. I need to get back to my guild in Katapesh."

"No, I'm not." the man replies groaning and coughing. "Thank the gods you come along. A band of gnolls robbed me, stole even my camel and left me here to die."

Not far from it a heavily bruised man lies in the shadow beneath a bush.