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OOC: Howdy guys. I just returned to the site after a long hiatus...what exactly does that mean for Bennit? Since he was on this adventure and all.

Bennit nods, grabbing the rope and binding the halfling.

Glyrell tends to his horse and the camp, pointedly ignoring most of the banter between the halfling and the dwarf.

"Why were you going to kill the gnome? And what was that you called it?"

"Not you. Check your ropes though on that halfwoman."

Spot check:1d20+3-> [18,3] = (21) Shaking his head slowly, his eyes trained on the halfling, Bennit rolls his neck, loosening up. "Listen, you little piece of shardshe', if you even dare budge I'm going to cut your fingers off at the least, and probably just up and stab you right here, huh?"...

Bennit folds his arms, having been quietly observing. "Whats that dog speaking? I don't like that yapping."

"A ride? I need to get out of this tavern with its miserable talk and paranoid patrons!" "Of course, if you have enough ponies." Kest hops easily off his barstool, assaying the group gathered. OOC: Full?

"Well no...I just think everyone's gettin' twice too excited just about some rumors, thats all."

Kest grins, watching as his impudent words draw reactions from some of the taverngoers. He wiggles his fingers, shoving them through his beltloops. "Alright, even if there is some grreeeeat evil, don't gotta be so melodramatic about it. I mean, I can outrun it. Well, I guess that only helps...

"I guess we should head south, then?"

"But you might be lying! Or exaggerating. Or whoever that person you talked to is a liar. Or exaggerating. Or stupid. Besides, it sounds foolish."

"Great Evil? What's a great evil?" Kest places his hands over his lap, looking over towards the red-haired half-elf with a skeptical expression on his face. "Sounds like an exaggeration!"

OOC: Brelach, he's the one that knows the guy ;)

OOC: Check the sblock for everyone else, Wik :) (We're already there) "We'll stick with these fellows a while, just go on in and talk to Flynn about that room. Maybe about the armors and weapons, too, might be we could trade them for the favors."

OOC: Meh, ICly I don't think anyone would know the difference or have reason to disbelieve you, so even if the DM wanted you to make a check it might not be bad. ;).

Bennit looks between the still-burning house, not quite yet doused, and the prisoners for a few moments. His gaze soon turns to Weapon, a glint coming into his eyes. "Ehya, Weapon...you think you can, er, act?" He motions towards the door of the house. "You look enough like that other...

As he glances over to Brelach, a corner of his lip tugs upwards,"Bad cop? Don't worry about that, I'll do any finger-breaking if you're unsettled." OOC: Is the warehouse still burning, and how badly is it burnt?

Bennit looks up, blinking into the downpour of rain droplets. "That's lucky, eh? We should get outta this, though, and drag these two along." He indicates the two prisoners, and then glances towards the steaming, hissing building as the rain dampens the fire. "Maybe we should go inside...

(OOC: I thought she only CDG'd the kobold, but, in any case, thats why he checked to make sure the halfling was fully out ;) Ahhh, nevermind, I confused the kobold with the halfling...you already tied the halfling up.) Noticing Silvanon take out his rope to bind the halfling, he changes paths...