It had been a strange night for Talakhad, he did not drink, but the Seer had told him he needed - they all needed - to learn about those they lived amidst, the Kalashtar could not afford to make enemies of the people of Sharn and there was too much distrust as it was. Still he had always been personable and he seemed to fit in with this odd group well enough, and they were agreeable company. He did, however, wonder if Havakhad had quite this in mind, theri little group could hardly be called representative of Sharn's populance.
The cacophanous sound of the torrential rain was almost soothing as they walked ducking under walkways. As they walked to yet another bar the Kalashtar observed his companions, pleased at Slip's obviouys enjoyment of the rain.
And then he saw a figure through the rain, and before he can think anything of it the figure has disappeared over the side off the bridge.
"No!" Talakhad screams raceing forward in a desperate, and undoubtedly futile effort to save the person.
OOC: If he cannot see the figure, or the figure is falling....
"He just jumped..." He says lamely to Kyl, stunned,
"Why? Why would anyone?" And then he recalls how the figure seemed to be avoiding the light and a dark suspision grips him. Swiftly he rushes to the shape on the bridge hopeing that his suspisions will not be confirmed.
Spot (1d20=20)
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