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Smith hangs back during the conversation, instead focused on taking notes of any possible information Dolok might have. Still, he keeps his eyes open as Zenjaya and Jeb offer to cleanse the evil. He cannot hide the smile that appears when he hears that, despite his effort to. As the group exits the den, Smith says-"I'm glad we were able to get Dolok out of his melancholy, and at least instill some hope in him. That corrupted tree might not go down so easily, if the chronicles about the Worldwound are true. We must expect opposition, demonic or not" On the way there, Smith takes the chance to mention something to the group, as he pulls out his notebook and says-"I'm writing the report for the Pathfinder Society, so that our deeds here might resound in the Society's Lodges around the world. Convincing an ancient spirit to go forward despite the catastrophe that befell his town? That's something that's bound to get the bards singing! Do you perhaps have any suggestions on what I should include about you?"
Smith raises his eyebrow and stretches a bit, motioning the man to close his door and go back inside his own house. Clearing his throat, he adds-"We have no need for the honey, for I procured some. Still, we should explore so we can be certain it won't be a hazard to the family living here. While our mission is pointing us somewhere else, I feel the Pathfinder Society would benefit from making sure civilians are safe."
Smith wipes some sweat off his brow as he stifles a laugh, saying-"Dear oh dear...Excuse our aggressive stance. We're from the Pathfinder Society. We're explorers, archeologists, and adventurers. We apologize if we're causing any inconvenience, but we're here to uncover the history of the people who used to live here"-he says as he holsters his gun and tries his best to smile.
Smith is glad nothing of note is found at the small shack, but he lets out a sigh as Alrik explains the situation at the manor. With a quick move of his hands, he tightens his black, hitman-looking gloves, and says-"Well, whoever it is won't want to leave by us just asking nicely. We should be prepared to show these uninvited guests a customary Pathfinder welcome and goodbye party."
Smith watches amazed at Sir Lansle's abilities, muttering-"Well you can never know with Pathfinders - full of surprises we are."-as he exits the building nodding his head at Alrik's proposal. The well-dressed human approaches the small house nearby, trying to peer through the window and listening for any sort of strange noises.
Smith smiles at Jeb's watery shield, saying-"That's an amazing ability. I'm no good with water though."-he says before approaching the door. The short human man pulls out a sturdy-looking pistol from his thigh, screwing the barrel and putting a lead bullet in the chamber. With it raised up high, he opens the door with his back, watching the corners for any sort of movement or anomaly, saying-"Gotta be careful, don't know if this village has been taken by wild animals or other nuisances."
Smith listens closely to Nelket, pulling out a small notebook and writing the gist of her tale. As she finishes, he puts it back into his back pocket and says-"Thank you for your help, ma'am. We'll make sure these totems find their way back to you, so the memory of your traditions will live on." The frail man puts on a pair of leather black gloves and addresses the team-"Best we make haste. We're better off taking advantage of the sunlight while it's there. I'll go buy a jar of honey - one can never be too careful. And maybe some pecans for the road."-before trudging off somewhere else.
Smith raises an eyebrow at the dramatic tale but sighs with resignation as he realizes this is the norm for Pathfinders. He points out with a deadpan tone-"Plague must have been carried from the Worldwound itself. A disease that corrupts the mind...fearsome for certain. I'm glad you managed to escape with children." He pulls out a comb and with a flick of his wrist straightens out his hair, saying-"Do you happen to have any contacts in the Norinor Forest? If we could tell a local we come sent by you, we could circumvent some...friction, yes."
Smith smiles trying to evade Alrik's piercing glare and Lansle's question, saying-"Alrighty then! Off the to the tavern. Best we keep the Wayfinders tucked behind, don't want to attract any unwanted attention to us." He puts on an elegant black coat that hangs to his knees, and adds-"One can never know when Aspis will come crawling out of the woodwork"-before heading off towards the tavern with the rest of the group.
@GM:
Smith is, in fact, a woman in disguise. I won't go into detail, but the reason for it is layed out in her Character page A man dressed in an elegant shirt-and-vest combo stretches and gets a good look at the town, before addressing his teammates-"Good day, fellow Pathfinders. It seems our little group has been assigned with this mission. Could I perhaps suggest someone ask around town for this Nelket? I'm not one to sugarcoat or ask for things nicely." As he straightens out his vest, he adds-"Name's Smith by the way. I'll be in your care"-as he gives a wink to everyone.
Perception DC 19: A good eye could spot some inconsistencies in Smith's appearance. His adam's apple does not cast shadow correctly, and he seems to have artifical padding on his stomach.
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Smith cleans up his vest and dusting off his gun-"Well, that takes care of things. Good eye Arileth! We shall give this liquid over to Senzer, and see to it that his son is out of danger." He takes one of the drinks from the bartender and drinks it in one big gulp, urging the party to hurry, lest someone want to take revenge on Lura.
Smith introduces the group-"We're a group of individuals that have heard about your influence in Bloodcove, and who would be willing to barter with you - an exchange of favors, of sorts." He closes one of his eyes and smiles coily-"Do you know of the man that goes by Senzer? We're here to vouch for him, and provide our services as muscle in exchange for the elixir that will cure his son's illness." Motioning towards Erhun and Kyunjiro, and tapping his own pistol at his hip, he continues-"I'm sure we can more than handle any kind of business you might need to get done. Perhaps put on a show for this gathering?" If asked about the Thugs: Smith will try to sidestep the question by saying-"The men you sent for Senzer are...indisposed for the time being. We wanted to make sure no loss came to you from their sloppy work, and so here we are!"-not stating anything false but still sugar-coating the facts.
"Of course ma'am, we shall wait patiently."-Smith says as he backs off a few steps. "Princess, summoned creatures go back to their home plane after dying, right? Wouldn't want extraplanar blood on our hands"-Smith asks as he nears Mindy a little worried. Mindy can make a DC 19 Perception check: Smith's voice seems to crack a bit as he worries a little. As he wipes some sweat off his brow, you notice his hands are very dainty, and his eyebrows seems to arch naturally in a thin line.
Throughout their journey, Smith tries his best to pass as a pirate along with Erhun, donning his same disguise but this time using a few pieces of cheap jewelry that stand out. When they reach the arena, Smith takes a good look at the towering woman that acts as Lura's bodyguard, and approaches, telling his teammates-"Best be on your guard. No weapons drawn, but expect trouble." He approaches Lura and her bodyguard, ready to stop once she gets between Smith and the ringleader. At this time, Smith clears his throat and speaks loud enough for Lura to hear-"Ehem. Excuse our intrusion on your fine...entertainment. We're here to talk business with Lura. We would like to discuss a possible trade that might benefit her greatly financially. In private if possible."
Apologies for two things:
-Smith can sometimes be a bit too direct or unthoughtful - leading the way with what he thinks is right. If anyone is not ok with these behaviour, please PM me and I'll dial it down.
"Always quick to inquire about useful information, colleagues. Glad to know I'm in good hands"-Smith says as he dozed off making sure the thugs are not feigning death. "We'll leave you take care of the bodies for now. In any case, our lack of experience here means we'll be heading into the Lion's Den. Keep your wits about you everyone, we're in for some risky negotiations." With that, Smith will lead the party towards the Sanguine Pit, but pausing to make sure everyone is ok with the plan.
Smith will join Erhun in posing as a pirate, grabbing handfuls of cloth he seems to have in a suitcase and fashioning a bandana for both him and Erhun.
As he enters the shop, Smith raises an eyebrow and nods knowingly, adding-"Morning, friend! We came here as fast as we could when we heard you were interested."-he adds, winking at both Erhun and the merchant. "Our friend's blade seems to have caught a tad of bug's blood from an earlier fight. You mentioned you were interested in harvesting this blood? Go Erhun, let the expert examine the blood on your blade."-Smith adds while winking at Erhun and whispering-"Shop not safe. Protect merchant at all costs."
If thugs don't act before Erhun reaches the merchant's side: Smith motions Kyunjiro to come inside before pulling out his gun on the nearest thug-"Sir, you're bothering our friend here, and I would have to kindly ask you to leave before things get messy."
Smith cleans up the ant's saliva from his vest, and makes a note of it in a little notebook he has-"Sew hole below vest pocket."-and putting it away for the moment. He then takes out a pair of black gloves, and takes out his Kukri, making an incision through the head of both ants-"One can never be too careful, wouldn't you say?" Approaching the tunnel, he pulls out a torch and lights it, approaching Arileth-"Could you perhaps hang on to this as we make our way through? Terribly sorry, but I haven't the sleight of hand to reload my gun with only one hand. I understand if it's too much of a hassle." Arileth can make a Perception DC 19: Smith's adam's apple seems to not reflect the shadow from his torch, showing that it's probably painted on. As he holds out the torch, you also notice his hand is very dainty and small.
If I have been spotted or combat already started:
"Giant ants at 12:00 sharp!"-Smith says as he recoils from the sight of the creatures, his gun at his side. If I haven't been noticed: Smith retreats to rendezvous with the rest of the team, giving away the ants' positions and suggesting Erhun and the girls storm in from the south, while Kyunjiro and him flank for the side.
Smith approaches the young woman that seems to be Cartahegn, and if able to get a word in with her, he will ask-"Ma'am, it's a pity that the Cartahegns are in an emergency. We were looking to buy from you so much! A pity indeed." He shrugs and closes his eyes, as if he was about to walk away from her, but before he does so, opens one eye and adds-"Or perhaps fate has made us meet, for it is clear we need your produce, but could it be you need some matters resolved?" He sidesteps, with one hand in his chest and the other motioning towards the rest of the group-"It just so happens our group has...low standards for mission-taking, so to speak. No coin need leave your hand, only the required goods. What say you, ma'am?"
Irritated, Smith will fiddle with his pistol, clearing the chamber and re-screwing the barrel quickly. As the manager yells out, he quickly replies-"We'll cover the chair and any property damage." He then pulls out a piece of paper from his vest, that seems to contain a dollop of thick goo covering something solid. He loads it into the chamber, the goo magnetizing the pellet into the chamber.
DC 19 Perception check: Smith's Adam apple doesn't cast a shadow properly, leading you to believe it's painted on with remarkable skill. You can also notice that as he moves around the battlefield, something on his sides seems to bulge out in certain poses, as if he was wearing a thin cushion around his lower stomach.
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