[sblock=Rufus]"Same to you, good sir. I enjoy conversing with a well mannered man. Such are in short supply here. Either that, or they are paladins."
Vivian smiles, waves goodbye and slips outside silently and with a grace that is certainly inhuman. She melts into the shadows of a nearby tent and the night is once more as it were - brisk, dark and relatively quiet.
[sblock=Listen check DC 14]Rufus can hear the half-orc warrior bellowing outside. He seems to be calling for some woman named Jill.[/sblock][/sblock]
[sblock=Geryk]John and Jemma look at each other with confusion while Henry speaks, his face showing an uncertainty:
"The fight on the town square, where the paladins came to cool everyone off a bit. Some smooth cheeked lad gutted Marek with a knee-blade. They patched him up in the temple, so we thoughts ye knew. But perhaps you ain't from Angelwatch either.... Ser... I mean Father... I mean Dawnbringer Geryk."
They seem to mean well and are making an effort, though such high talk is not something they are suited to.
[sblock=Listen check DC 19]Geryk hears the Half-Orc calling for a woman named Jill.[/sblock][/sblock]
[sblock=Zinerath]The patrol outside sees the demonic child drink the holy water. The taste is good, cool sweet water mixed with leaves of geranium and traces of silver. The men scratch their heads and mutter to one another, but are seemingly relieved and continue on their round.
The boy is sleepy but just as he begins closing his eyes he hears Thok shouting outside, somewhere below his tent. He seems to be calling a woman named Jill[/sblock]
[sblock=Thok]The barbarian goes outside, grasping his black blade, the moonlight shining off his built body. He looks about, but cannot determine the source of the noise - it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. The horses in the pen directly opposite of his tent seem restless and start whinnying and snorting.
The stable men are alerted and rush to see what's going on, and as soon as they see Thok they comment something about "orc stink" and "frightens the poor beasts" but they remain with the animals.
{Thok may choose to confront them for their words}
Still hearing childish giggling, Thok goes around his tent - it's close to the perimeter of the camp. There, torches push the darkness away at equal intervals and there are sentries stationed further out form the low ditch and palisade.
Suddenly, Thok sees a familiar gloomy figure - white as mist, ethereal and silent, that appears in a small glen far from the safety of the light of the torches. The half-orc has a keen, if black and white, vision at night that allows him to notice the Lady while the watchmen remain oblivious.[/sblock]
[sblock=Mei-Ying]Without much ado, a man appears inside her tent, in a flash of familiar white energy that can only be a Teleportation spell.
The man is middle aged, with a well kept black beard and plain features to his face. He is brown eyed, dressed in a rich red grab that speaks of a spellcaster, but otherwise wears no distinctive jewelry or other notable items.
"Good evening madam. First, let me start by apologizing for this sudden intrusion. In fact, I would not have deemed it necessary but for my fear of not being able to contact you at all once you step into the Valley. I would introduce myself but I would not lie to you and I consider names to be an unecessary burden that could simply complicate matters needlessly."
He speaks in a well measured tone, calm and polite. The only thing betraying him are his eyes, which seem completely dispassionate about the whole matter of niceties and formal introductions.
[sblock=Spellcraft DC 22]He comes in using
Greater Teleport[/sblock][/sblock]
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