Tamir steps back and tries a hold person on Tariq.
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Tamir isn't fond of leading the group in his underwear, but he doesn't feel like arguing with Tariq either. And so he leads the way out of the backdoor of the sanctum of Rovagug. With Aithaloessa behind him he strides through the long corridor towards the next door. Once he got the impression that the elf's attention isn't completely on him, he speaks the word and is gone.
Spellcraft DC19: A dimension door. This means he could still be in the dungeon, or somewhere else in town.
"Ah, that's what you like? I can surely bring you to the Jackal." Tamir replies in a similar cheerful tone, while getting up and dusting himself off. Before he falls into a fit of coughing, spitting some blood.
With the healing magic Tamir wakes again.
Tamir, the halfling from the earlier, busies himself rolling up the Scroll of Kakishon with a grin on his face. As Aithaloessa steps in he speaks the magic word and is gone and with him the scroll.
"That ain't bad." the halfling calls out but the other guests are not that excited and only give a polite applause.
Tamir stays with the guys and tries to endear himself to them by telling jokes. "What do you call a blonde, who rides so badly, that it kills the mount?" "The straw, that broke the camel's neck." After laughing at his own joke he inquires "What's your favorite joke?"
The first to arrive is a halfling, that introduces himself as Tamir. He doesn’t extravagantly, opting instead for comfortable but clean and well-tailored clothes and a constant smile. "I'm here as an associate of the One Source Merchants’ Guild, working as an independent scout and agent paid to seek out attractive new prospects and exotic artifacts. They like me all the time to handle purchases of 'sensitive matters.'" |