Master Sergeant Stilgar (7th level fighter) is a career soldier who rose through the ranks and who loved the sense of belonging. He has experience training scum into soldiers by making them fear him more than the enemy (very high Intimidate ;-). (If chosen to join this merry band, then he is probably there to help train new recruits.)
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"I don't like slavery no matter who is doing it," Jeorik says, "But a man cannot fight every battle alone. As we are given a chance to do good we should do it." To Stilgar I say, "I think I would be more than happy to accompany you to free this dragon. Maybe bribe the guards as suggested and get this spider king alone. Violence is not the answer to every problem but this is an evil man and he shouldn't be allowed to torture people simply because the monarchy lacks the will to bring justice to their city."
"Guard can give layout of place where Majenko is. Can also give when spider king not there."
"Of course, it does no good to free one soul, only to have the slaver in question still free to trap another. We cannot afford to free every unfortunate this villain tries to capture. If there was some way of bringing him to justice it would be better."
"Me think it best if he just meet his end."
"Look, if yous have trouble with that me can do that without problem."
Increased Wisdom has reduced the chances of Stilgar making any reckless moves but it does not prevent him from acting the fool to pander to people's expectations
The guard plants his spear vertically by his right foot.
The guard replies blandly, "I am sorry Mr. T'Alios. Mr. Barvasi is hosting a small dinner for some prospective employees. He doesn't want to be disturbed unless it's very important. Perhaps you should come another time?"
Perception DC 12: ** spoiler omitted **
Diplomacy or intimidate checks may be in order.
Rolled Perception 19+8=27; Intimidate 16+6=22
"Stand aside puny man or me shove that spear where sun don't shine."
Stilgar pulls out the skull of a bandit he once fought. "Yous need another friend me pet, hmmm?"
The guards at the foot of the dock are well-equipped: Chainmail, large wooden shields, longswords, and spears. They are big and alert.
As the party approaches one calls out, "What's your business here?"
Among the people, presumably customers, loitering down by the boats, you can see at least three other similarly clad warriors.
"Business as usual. Drink, food, fun."
Stilgar flexes his massive arms.
"So stand aside. Ladies not used to waiting."
They appear to be professional mercenaries which means they are a practical bunch. They'd tolerate a certain level of abuse so long as it does not endanger their commission unless their commission is precisely to stop our party.
As they traverse the bridge, Istas looks sidelong at Keliwyn and his new armor. "I thought we weren't looking for an armed confrontation?" she says with a smile, "But you seem well-prepared for one, nonetheless."
Then she gestures ahead at their intended destination. "So how do wish you us to proceed?" she asks, "I expect I'll draw attention wherever I go. For a priestess of Pharasma does not venture from the Gray District very often...much less to an area with such an ill reputation. And I doubt Barvasi's men will believe I'm one of your bodyguards."
"Me do not know. Death priests very intimidating. So may be they believe."
"Perhaps it is fate then that Inigo did not join us tonight?" Istas suggests, "And that this...one...did?" The priestess places her dagger on the table, keeping her hand upon the hilt as she slowly spins it while talking.
"Events are certainly moving in unusual ways tonight. You vouch for this one, Keliwyn?" she asks. The priestess nods towards Stilgar without bothering to look the half-orc in the eye. "If my people fight with anyone as intensely as your Southlanders, it would be those of orc descent. I bear their scars, in fact. And have helped inflict a few in return prior to my time in Korvosa."
"I do vouch for him, Istas. He holds no allegiance to the orcs of the Belken Hold, as far as I know, and has no grudge with the Shoanti. He is, very much, his own individual."
Whispers to Keliwyn,
Spoiler:
"You think hot lady (Istas) got hots for me?"
"She showing all signs: flushed face, intense eyes and... oh the dagger."
"It's alright," Keliwyn assures the maitre'd with a wink as he jumps up from his seat. "He's an acquaintance of mine, and must have seen me enter," he says in a hurried whisper, "I'll handle this, thank you."
As the obviously upset little man wanders back to the front of the restaurant, Keliwyn claps the much larger half-orc on the back and turns to the others. "Everyone, this is Stilgar, whom I was just telling you about. Stilgar," he says "These are my friends." Turning to each one in turn, he briefly introduces them, although he has no expectation in the least that the names will be remembered. "This beautiful & talented young sorceress is Heather, and next to her is Jeorik, who has only recently come to our city. After him we have Istas, whose fierceness would rival your own, and finally, Darthen, whom I believe you may have met when he was with me once before."
"With regard to Inigo, I have to say I'm just relieved he's not here. Although I find him both interesting & infuriating to have around, in no way did I try and keep him from joining us." With a nod toward Jeorik, he continues, "It may well be that he wasn't invited by our host, or that he simply declined to join us. Regardless, I'm sure we will see him again before long."
"Keliwyn, friend, me happy to see you. Now, where food? You did promise?"
Right behind the big half-orc comes the somewhat out of breath maitre'd. "Mister Vander, Keliwyn. I am so sorry. This person claimed to be with Keliwyn and rushed through the dining room before we could stop him." While he's speaking he draws a large paisley handkerchief from his sleeve and mops his forehead. He concludes in an eager tone, "If you wish I can have him removed." His tone indicates the removal would not end gently.
"Puny man is making joke." Stilgar bares his incisors.
The sight of the half-orc causes Istas' eyes to widen in the middle of answering Keliwyn. Her hand immediately reaches for the peacebringer dagger sheathed at her hip under the table. And she readies a prayer to Pharasma on her lips.
Stilgar nods appreciative at the hot, scowling, dagger-wielding lady, "Nice."
Moving pass the coatman appears one of the largest half-orcs you have ever seen. Clad in red silk, he looks very menacing moreso with the big axe strapped across his back.
Stilgar arrives at the door, wearing matching red silk shirt and pants. Though not tailored very-well, no one dares to tell Stilgar his lack of fashion sense, seeing as he brought along his AXE.
He looks puzzled at the coatman's question.
"Sir? Me not 'Sir', me Stilgar. Keliwyn, friend, said me come here. Him here right? Me think him over there." Stilgar without much effort pushes pass the coatman.