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Turok will nudge Badharkân with his elbow "Perhaps if this "accident" is the work of this...Pugwampi, is it? The little beastie may have left some tracks for us to follow."
Turok will then go over to the burnt out wagon and begin his search for tracks leading toward or away from the wagon.

Survival (track): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

The Dicebot, she no love me no more.

Perception check #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Perception check #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Looking over the wagon Turok comments "Although I can't be sure it doesn't appear that there was any kind of struggle or fight here. It seems that he was a victim of an unfortunate accident." Looking at the remains before Nasir covers it up " Hopefully the smoke killed him before the flames got him"
Turok will help Nasir move the body over to the healer's wagon before going over to interview the mercenaries.

Talk about being tardy to the party.

Turok will join Nasir and Badharkân in searching the wagon. Then he will go talk to the mercenaries to find out what they may have seen.

"Pardon me, gentlmen. Lady Almah has tasked me and my companions to find out the cause of the fire. Is there anything you can tell me about what you may have seen or heard?"

Turok takes his bucket of water and pours it over his head, letting the rivulets run over his bald pate. His smile suddenly vanishes as he breathes in the burnt smell, a smell he'll never forget as long as he lives. Making his way around to the back of the wagon with Nasir, he too peers into the wreckage of the wagon.

Perception check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Turok stops atop the hill along side Nasir to survey the scene below. With Sonja attending to the wounded and Badharkân helping corral the loose animals Tuork will follow Nasir towards those fighting the fire. Once there he will begin casting Create Water on the blazing wagon.

As Turok follows the others out into the courtyard he mutters, under his breath, to no one in particular "Pleasant fellow, isn't he?"

"No, young miss. I am not he. If I were, I would not be searching for myself." his white teeth showing in a smile "I am Turok of..." his mile fades "Nevermind, it doesn't exist anymore. Many around here just consider me a wanderer, a nomad, or a vagabond depending on who you talk to."
As the young man approaches and introduces himself, Turok nods in assent "Yes I think some refreshments are in order, to toast to our journey at least." He waves Nasir back to his table.

All eyes turn as the door to the common room opens once more as another traveler arrives at the inn. Removing the hood from his head the strange reveals a bare scalp tanned by years in the sun to the same brown color as his armor. He waves away the servants as they approach to remove the dust from his desert robes and approaches the inn's proprietor "I was told I would meet the caravan to Kelmarane's master here." He looks around the room "Are any of you Master Garavel?"