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Morgan also dashes to the side of the road, dashing behind a tree near Erinth, peeking out to examine the men on the road.

Morgan flinches at the wound and spreads her fingers in a fan, flame licking from the tips and shooting forward. Burning Hands at the leader, DC 17 Roll 2d4 (CL+1 Due to Gifted Adept Roll: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3930193/ Wow, thanks Invisible Castle. Should be back on...

Morgan turns to the closest enemy, and closes her hand into a fist. When she opens it, a bright light is in the palm of her hand. It shoots towards the creature, orbiting it's head like a miniature sun. [sblock]DC 16 Flare to Daze the nearest enemy[/sblock]

Morgan steps forward, next to Erinth, lowering her scarf and her weapon, speaking up to the guards, "We were sent by a gnome from the Venzan Academica Magica, by the name of Roustabout. He wanted us to pick up a package, then deliver it to him."

Morgan whispers to her compatriots. "Are these friends or foes? What manner of creatures wear such masks?"

Morgan spins to the scorpion on the left, pointing a finger at it and letting a single word escape her lips. "Burn." A beam of red light beams forth, stabbing towards the creature. Morgan Blake Init: +1 AC: 11 (10 Flat-footed, 11 Touch) HP: 6/6 CMB: +0 CMD: 11 Fort: +0 Reflex: +1 Will: +3...

Morgan takes up a position near the back of the pack.

Morgan flips the pouch onto the table, arranging the fifty coins into ten, neat, little stacks of five each. "All things considered, the payment seems in order. Now only to complete a simple delivery." Morgan collects the coins, and puts them back in the pouch with a quick motion, then slides...

Morgan nods to Kris, sipping the ale. "Likewise. As I said, I am called Morgan Blake. I hail from a village outside of Tritower, to the north. And my apologies on the short notice, I was delayed slightly on the road here."

Morgan signs it and hands it back to the gnome, returning to the ale.

Another figure enters the room, wrapped in heavy clothing. Insightful eyes, as well as bright red hair, poke out from underneath the wide-brimmed hat atop the stranger's head. With an air or confidence, the newcomer sits down, resting an ale next to them. "I was told there was a prospect for...

The stranger nods, pays, takes the ale, and heads to Room 3 without another word.

A cloaked figure strides into the Dunn Wright Inn, confidence in their graceful step. Wrapped in thick clothing, they step up to the bar, speaking in a low and hushed voice. "One ale," the figure whispers, "And have you, by any chance, heard of any work available for the adventuring sort?"

I'll keep that in mind, thanks Scott. Probably looking at that for a future level up. In any case, on to... the land of bar crawling!

Alright, Morgan's change log: Added a dagger, and dropped half of the rations to get me down to Medium encumbrance. Took SK's advice and dropped the extra HP and took Umbrella as a cantrip. So that should be good now, after a few rounds of edits.