Torik took the spyglass and gazed at the distant settlement for several several minutes, moving the device in tiny distances to shift what he was looking at.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Despite his attentive gaze he lowered the spyglass with a grimace and handed it to the next person, unable to scry out anything of use beyond what Ramona had told them. "There is no need for a fire arrow, the secondary site is several miles northwest of the town. As for the others..." Torik looks around at the mulling settlers and soldiers for a moment before looking back at Ramona. "Lying will only come back to haunt you. If you cannot tell them the truth then say nothing at all."
His blunt message delivered the pale ulfen moved to the stairs that led to the hold below where his own gear was kept and came back a few minutes later with a large backpack neatly ordered and packed. His ever present book had vanished and now three daggers lined his belt while a thick quarterstaff was strapped to his back. A folded light crossbow was strapped to his right thigh while several bolts fitted neatly on a leather strap that wrapped around his left thigh. In the the tropical paradise they sailed through the only clothing he wore was a loose clean white tunic that he left open at the chest and tucked into black pants. His feet, as they had been the entire journey across the ocean, were barefoot while his black leather boots were stored safely in his bag.
Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Without a word to anyone the taciturn Ulfen carried his bag over to where sailors were lowering one of the Ship's boat and dropped his bag overboard into the smaller vessel. He followed the bag a moment later once the boat had settled into the water, lowering himself hand over hand down the rope the sailors had tied to the railing and settled down at one of the oars.