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Levent goes before Zhadron, but i can put what my action is.
Continues to attack the troll...
Hit 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Hit 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 for 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Need me some slashing grace...

Steps up to a flanking position, and attacks, mindblades appearing in his hands along the way...

Combat: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 to hit; 1d8 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + (5) + 3 = 11

Moves into position to cover Growly, and to flank whatever emerges.

Nods, gets up and follows.

Nods.
"Simple enough. That is a plan?"

He stares blankly for a moment.
"Then let us plan, and go kill them."

"Then lets go kill them."

"Have you fought with them already? Do you know where they lair?"

"I stalk and kill things."

Ponders what a TB is for a moment, them uncharacteristically grins when he figures it out, if only briefly.

Zhadron wears his torchbearer armor
Zhadron accepts the man's offer of hospitality, and enters the home. He will eat as well, and listen.

"Fair enough."

He shrugs "It's not beyond the pale for someone to require proof of a deed before payment or recognition." he says to the dragon.

"Ah. Alright. I have no other questions, other than what are the conditions of our success? All trolls dead, only some? Are we to bring back troll ears as proof...?"

"I am confused. Are we supposed to kill the trolls to protect the villagers, or keep the villagers from attacking the trolls?"

"This horse seems agreeable to me. It is an acceptable choice." he hands the man 15 gp. "Thank you."

"None taken".
When shown the horse, he reaches out and slowly touched the creature just above it's nose. waiting for some sign of approval.

"I currently have no memories of ever riding a horse."

Nods, and follows the dragon.

"I will manage on a horse. I do not wish to impede our progress."

"If this matter is time-sensitive, I can learn as I go. But I see that won't help you..." he states, trying to figure out how a mer-person would ride a horse...

"Does it matter that I do not know how to ride a horse?"

Nods, and leaves the shop, waiting just outside for his companions.
"Was there anything else you wished to acquire?"

Patiently observes, but unless something catches his eye, he just waits for his companions to finish.

"Who are you talking about? Is Marco waiting for someone?"

He walks up and observes, trying to figure out what is going on, if anything...

Upon purchasing the troll kits, he sat down and opened one to see what was in it, then opens the others to make sure they match. meanwhile his companions have moved on without him...
When he's done, he re-packages each kit, nods to the store keep, and turns, looking for those he arrived with.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 He's looking for anything to key a survival check on for tracking...

Make that 5 kits at 30gp a piece.

"Merchant, I wish to purchase one anti-Troll kit, please." he will count out 150 gold, and place them in stacks of 10.

Follows the dragon...

Nods, and stands up, responding immediately. He then turns unceremoniously to leave, then stops.
"Do you all know where to acquire these kits?" he says to his party members.

Watches the discussion, then just nods in agreement with the plan to purchase things to hurt these troll creatures.

Nods his head in agreement.

Reports as ordered.

"Alright, I'll get on that. Next."

He turns to leave, then stops.

"Both in grey then."

"Robes and clothes please."

"Indeed. I will follow the dragon and get fitted as well."
He places his silverware and napkin down unceremoniously, and leaves the table.

"Thank you for the more apt description. You may want to learn to elaborate more. It may help your cooperation skills."

the mer says, still not looking up from his... Well, what was his plate. He replaced it with a notepad he's writing on.

He nods

He sighs
"I see. If we need to track someone down, or to investigate an area, I have talents. While fighting, I will maneuver to get the best exposure to an enemy's weakness, and exploit them. I have powers of the mind, like my blades I can conjur, and I can use those powers to strengthen my self if necessary. I can also go extended periods without food or water, or instantly heal otherwise fatal wounds as they happen. My powers, skills and training all lend to killing foes."

He blinks.
"Sometimes the truth is that simple."

"I have talents that lend to hunting things down, and killing them." he says matter of fact.

He shrugs
"Never hurts to learn what your comrades are capable of."

"If you can eat metal so easily, could you chew your way out of a jail cell?"

"Doesn't seem a very efficient use for coin."

"Interesting."

"Right. Zack."

Seems to study the dragon for a few seconds, then says

"Zhadron."