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"Okay, perhaps nothing there that we need. Let's check out the other side and then the back and we'll be done with this place," Trevadar points out after helping Alanosse up out of the hole. There's a slight moment when he hangs onto him where he pauses just for a moment, before finishing the job and moving on to C5. "Sooner the better."
"No, I'll still go with you. At the very least I can give a statement to corroborate what happened," Trevadar says, mollified by Alanosse's attitude. He was grateful the man was accepting responsibility here, though it was not the outcome Trevadar would have liked. "Come, let's finish the tasks so we can clean up the mess as soon as we can. Abadar willing, this house will turn out to be nothing of importance." Trevadar sighs and prepares to head off.
He looks on in horror at what just happened. He had been about to push her to run away, before suddenly there was a shaft through her chest and she fell to the ground. The mob screamed and started to scatter and he rushed over, training and adrenaline taking over as he checked her vitals...of which he found none. "You killed her." He speaks up, looking at Alanosse in disgust. He tries to recall knowledge of whether this situation might be legally acceptable, since she did attack first with her dagger.
"...We have one more task to complete after this. And then you'll come with me to the city watch to report your deed and see if you must pay a penalty by the law," He tells Alanosse harshly, before turning away to assist Nal with the statue.
Trevadar clears his throat as he approaches the socialite, smiling to them. "I think that it's perhaps a bad idea for someone of your status to protest against members of the Society. I understand your grievances, I do, but there's other ways to petition. The last thing anyone wants is for this to get more rowdy than it already is, and your voice may spark others to violent actions. I don't think that you want that on your conscience."
Trevadar approaches the barrister calmly, letting his symbol of the golden key shine on his neck. He found that it worked well in earning the ear of those who worked in the government and with the law. "My friend, justice is something Abadar aspires to bring, as protecting civilization means adhering to its laws. You may object to the early release of punishment, that is your right. But the law has granted this person the chance to prove they can rightfully contribute to our society without making the same mistakes again. I don't believe they would be willing to risk their incarceration again. I certainly wouldn't, and would be grateful for the leniency of the city to allow me the chance to make amends. Please, help me disperse these people so we might do Abadar's will."
"It was nothing," Trevadar says, hiding his terror behind professionalism. "We're from the Pathfinder Society. Actually...Tavvar Hamavsi, correct?" He addresses the white-haired woman. "We were charged with discussing with you joining the Society. I can see that your research is quite astonishing, but needs quite a bit more time to develop safely. The Society can provide the resources necessary for that, and won't pressure you to produce results as quickly as possible. Does that appeal to you?"
"There's one more room down here, just a moment," Trevadar points out as he strides across to peek inside of B4, seeing if there's a shadow play here as well and what he can make out of the figures inside. "Oh, interesting, this seems to have a bunch of taxidermy exhibits inside of it...that one is big..."
"Fascinating..." Trevadar looks over the auditorium in curiosity for a few moment while the drama with Nal unfolds. "I think that this is certainly research worth investing into - I imagine there are plenty of colleges that would pay handsomely for the ability to reenact events just as they transpired through illusions and shadow..." Trevadar moves into the center hall, and still piqued by his curiosity and seeing no danger at the moment, takes a glance inside of B3, and across the way at B4, looking to see if there are any further shadow plays. Secret Roll for DM:
Hearing the argument between Wraax and Nal, Trevadar interjects. "The cleaner said that she's up above us on the third floor. There's no reason to rush, we should learn a bit about how all of this might work so we can impress her. Nal, you say you're versed in shadows? Does that mean you know something about shadow magic?"
"So sorry to disturb you - my name is Trevadar, and I'm a member of the Pathfinder Society. I was told that I might find Tavvar Hamavsi researching here? It's quite important we have a brief discussion with her. If you could point us in her direction, we can leave you to your duties here." Trevadar smiles as he clasps onto his golden key in one hand.
Trevadar doesn't see anything wrong with the precautions being made for such experiments. He does think that the Society would endeavor to allow her the necessary time to work on her studies without the pressure to get it done. "Let's head to the museum and have a talk with Hamavsi," He informs the group. "I'm sure that she'll be delighted with the opportunity to continue her research in less hostile company."
Trevadar examines the symbols and attempts to Recall Knowledge on what these items do, putting them into his backpack for the moment. "Yes, probably should bring them to the Society, let them know what we uncovered, then head to the College of Mysteries. I'm sure that someone who's being harassed by their colleagues will happily join the Society to escape them," He says.
Trevadar does his best to not show his apprehension for something so bizarre, though he's quite relieved that it appears to take to Nal more than him. "I'm not sure that they eat, whatever they are," Trevadar comments as he relaxes slightly and checks the rest of the below deck area. "But all sentient beings capable of conscious thought deserve respect and the opportunity to contribute to a community of their choosing." He pauses with a beat. "How else can they earn enough to tithe to Abadar?"
Trevadar was tempted to bolt right back up the stairs when the thing peeked out at them. It looked terrifying! But he had to recall that this creature had possibly been brought here not on its own accord. He steeled his resolve and tapped his key for luck before following up on Wraax's attempts to coax it out. "The laws of Absalom will protect your rights to live freely, as long as you commit to a life of peace, prosperity and community," He adds, trying to be as friendly as he can be without outright lying to the oddity. "Should you desire it, I will be your advocate and protector and ensure that you have every opportunity to live in this city free to work as you please, enjoy the amenities of civilization...and make real friends," he finishes when he glances over to the facsimile crudely put together.
Seeing that everything above deck was either rotted or collapsed, the interior appeared to be the only way forward. Trevadar mutters a prayer to Abadar, and his golden key around his neck starts to glow with a soft radiance to help light the way downstairs. He waits for the others to venture below first before following. "You all have better night vision than I do," He excuses himself.
"Well I hope you might be acid proof, friend, because it appears we're dealing with a creature that is extremely caustic..." Trevadar points out the acidic etchings on the deck to the rest of the troupe. "So, which way do we look? Fore or aft?" He asks as he checks the sights on his crossbow, looking at the hole descending deeper into the deck.
"This is a terrible, terrible, terrible idea," Trevadar moans as he ascends up onto the deck behind the others. He takes out his crossbow and loads it. "Abadar save me from being eaten by sharks...or whatever terrifying monster lurks here...we could have had a nice, quiet job. Better yet, we could have stayed at the party, made more friends, maybe not immediately set out to our death..."
"Smugglers? But..." Trevadar looked not happy about the direction the group seemed to be heading, but followed knowing that to go it alone was increasing the risks of failure - a lesson of the Pathfinders. "You know we just got a rather easy assignment in recruiting someone to the Pathfinders, so I feel that perhaps rushing into a dangerous situation where some of us might get hurt is not the best idea..." He huffs behind the others.
Discovering the history of a house about to be demolished seemed even safer than the other tasks they had been given. But Trevadar had come to this party to network, and there was one more faction head he desired to make a meet and greet with before heading off anywhere else. Thankfully the others in his group appeared to have the same idea, as he went along towards Fola Barun. "You know, I don't mind helping out people, but you think they would request assistance through normal procedures rather than backchanneling like this," He comments to the others. "Be that as it may, ah, what tasks are all of you considering?"
The job of helping a friendly naga from their petrification and serving justice seemed much more pleasant and far less deadly to Trevadar. As Grommfell turns to the leader of the Grand Archive, Trevadar is eager to head the pack to see his faction's head and make a good impression. "Allow me to speak with him, and perhaps you could distract the archivist?" He asks the party.
"Thank you kindly for guiding us so eloquently, Janira," Trevadar tells her. He addresses the elf suggesting that they mingle as a group next. "Certainly that is something we could do, though I am interested to striking up conversation with everyone. Shall we start with Eando and Dean Shane as our friend here has inclined first?" He refers to the dwarf snacking on the chicken leg. If there are no objections, he will start to approach them slowly, giving them time to notice him coming towards them.
"Thank you Abadar, Master of the First Vault, for giving me the strength to make it through my ordeals. May my efforts create commerce and fulfill your ideals for a civil living," The priest quietly prays as he approaches Janira. He's slight of build, with dark hair that is starting to thin above the temples and tawny skin. He wears a white robe that is trimmed with gold thread at the sleeves and collar, as well as a particularly ornate key hanging from a cord on his neck, made of silver and painted gold. He's all smiles and looks rather comfortable in the setting, seeing all of the different conversations going on and considering his next approach. He glances down at the half-elf asking Janira about 'important folk' and speaks up. "This is something that I would like to know as well, darling Janira," He enunciates with decorum. "It would bring us all a great deal of shame to be conversing with someone so important to our Society and not have the slightest inkling of how to address them!"
Name: Azrael Dukshi
During his Downtime: Trevadar works as a bureaucrat in order to help with the massive influx of petitions, inquiries and requests that come to the local Pathfinder lodges. He helps with sorting and filing individual Pathfinder reports while also taking notes and dictation for those he works under. |
