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I think I may be a wee bit dry on me drink. I'll be heading to the tavern... bound to be one round 'ere somewheres.

aye, anyone ye did a bad trade with? The more we know, the better protected ye'll be lad. If I make an enemy, I'd be sure to know who and why. If'n ye know ye make enemies, ye tellin' me ye don't know who they would be?

sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Zoren turns to anchard. aye, just call me Zor, unfortunately it seemin' we won't be gettin' anythin' outa these, shame that. Poor lads didn't know what they signed up for. Did the leader have anythin' look like a letter or written order?

Zhoren will shrug. Sheath his blade and check the bandit he had sliced for any pulse. If he finds any he'll try to keep him from bleeding out and carry him back to the wagons. Then ask the leader.

so lad, what kind O' enemies ye got that they'd send a hit squad afta ye? We all know they weren't here for the goods, they were here for ye.

Aye lads, listen to him, come on the then, personally I don't tire of a good fight, or ye can take me offer, ye free to choose, fight N' die, or surrender now and stay alive, and fed! Personally it'd be a waste for such young lads to die tonight to me thinkin'

diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

IF bluff or intimidation is better suited here, I would have a 19,

Bwahaha! Ye ought to know better than to be trying to take on a dwarf! Much less two! How's about ye surrender and come with us as guards, ye'll be forgiven and spared, ifin' ye run ye'll be hunted down and killed. It be your choices lads.

Zhoren sticks his blade into the ground and slaps his hands together as if dusting them while he speaks.

oops, in that case add 1 to my to hit.

Ye coming to me? BWAHA! A'right then laddie, lemme show ye ye first mistake!

Ivan bangs his sword on his shield and charges the bandit. He brings his blade around in an arc slashing at the bandits thigh.

attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 21

damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

speaking of, anyone without darkvision, or, in the dim lit areas lowlight vision, would consider everyone else with concealment, or if pitch dark, total concealment

HMPH, Ye ought to know better than to attack a group with two dwarves! assuming I am unarmored due to having been asleep/going to sleep

Zhoren grabs his shield, sword, and throwing axes as he shouts and slams his helmet on his head.

As he slams his helmet down he draws back his arm to launch one of his axes at a bowman

1d20 + 3 - 6 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 6 = 13 however, the dim light and perhaps a bit of the drink cause his axe to fall harmlessly to the side several feet from the target.

he mutters Oh, right, never did hit much with them blasted things....

sorry folks! had a hectic week and haven't had a chance to check the boards!

The dwarf walks behind anchard and slaps him heartily on the back.
Lad, ye just voiced everything I love about adventure, hell, I'd almost be willin' to do this for free! Bwahaha! Don't worry yeself too much about them petty things, they'll come to ye in time, and I'd wager one day ye will be thinkin' other things more important. These folk be trustin' us, I say we ought to trust them this once.

Zoren pulls out a mug from the night before and downs its contents as the man speaks, then at the final question he slams the mug on a table.

Aye lad, I got a question for ye. When do we start? oh, an' I'll be assumin' drinkin' be permitted for the dwarves.

The dwarf bursts into the room with a deep booming voice.

I be no one's lad, but I'll be happy to fight for ye. He then seems to take in the others.

Well what a right sorry lot I be seein' here! What be ye names then I can buy ye all a round!