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Reis sits quietly for a moment, absorbing the cleric's story. He then turns to his companions thoughtfully. "Well, it seems to me that we have fulfilled our contract to the best of our ability. We were told to retrieve Aedan from the hospice - and we are in the hospice, and Aedan is not. That...

Reis nods in agreement with Midias, but still looks troubled by Brother Darile's earlier statement. "You've been approached by agents of the Detirman Trade Company about Aedan before? If you don't mind my asking, how long ago was that? And what happened?"

Reis rises and greets the cleric courteously before moving on to the matter at hand. "Brother Darile, we are looking for a man by the name of... Aedan, I believe it was. We were told he is staying at the hospice here, and that he may be in danger. Can you help us?"

Reis savors the chance to pause for a moment, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes and shifting his pack straps to a more comfortable position. He then peers around, taking in the various buildings. "Well, if I remember correctly this man is in the hospice... that would be the...

With a promise to the group to be brief, Reis steps into the smith's building, smiling slightly at the familiar atmosphere. After haggling for a short time, he emerges rubbing soot out of his eyes, but with a noticeably lighter pack. You mentioned that we could sell items - how should I do...

Reis hesitates in the chamber after the hasty departure of his companions, seemingly considering another question or response to Amik. After a few moments, though, he glances towards the door, and, with a somewhat exasperated gesture, hurries after the others. As he reaches the door, he raises...

Reis is clearly reluctant to act as spokesman for the party, but as the silence following Amik's statement stretches on he steps forward all the same. "Well, I'm ready. Is there anything else we should know?" He breaks off and looks back at the rest of the party for input.

Reis looks around carefully, clearly taken aback by the sudden appearance of the two men wearing black. As he realizes there do not seem to be any further threats, he sheathes his rapier, walks over to pick up his dagger and place it back into his belt, and then returns to his spot among the...

Reis watches his dagger glance off the skeleton, smiles grimly, and follows it forward to join the melee, taking up a flanking position across from Firebuilder. Grimacing at the sight and smell of the undead creature close up, he jabs forward with his rapier. Moves forward, hopefully into a...

Reis moves quickly left until he is next to Viktor, facing the skeleton. He draws a dagger out of his belt, and squints slightly in concentration before flinging it at the skeleton. Reis steps into Viktor's square, which is only a five foot move, so I think it's free. Besides, the d20 SRD site...

Reis stares at the servant in shock for an instant, curses under his breath, and hastily snatches his rapier out of his pack. Still slightly wide-eyed, he looks intently around Amik and the servant at the dias, trying to discern what is happening. Retrieve item (rapier) Spot 1d20+5=6 Initiative...

Reis nods his agreement with the terms and steps forward to take a pouch of gold, but does not yet stow it in his pack. He regards Amik with a flat gaze. "Very well, I accept. But I would like to know why this man is "hiding for his life", as you say, since I imagine that could complicate...

At Amik's pronouncement, Reis' wandering gaze turns abruptly back to the dias and his mouth twists into a slight frown. He is clearly troubled by the request. His eyes, also, contain a hint of mistrust, but he says nothing, waiting for an answer to his companions' questions.

Reis watches Amik Sha finish speaking with a slightly bemused expression. He glances around the room in the silence that follows Amik's statement, shrugs apologetically, and addresses the man on the dias. "Well, perhaps we could hear some details? I'm responding to the notice posted in the Red...

Reis looks distinctly elvish. He is small, slight, and nimble, with a high brow and keen, emerald eyes. His skin is not fair, but there are still traces of sunburn visible on his youthful face. From his sleeves, it is clear that he's wearing a chainmail shirt, but he has on a faded green tunic...

Reis rises unobtrusively from his chair and walks over to read the notice board. His eyes scan the announcement, squint to read the fine print, and then take in the notice as a whole as he pauses meditatively. Finally, he shrugs, and slips back across the room to his chair. Sitting down again...

The door opens again, and a slight elvish figure enters, frowning distractedly at nobody in particular. His footsteps as he follows Weel to the bar are light, but even so he manages to give the impression of walking heavily. He orders a drink, remembers protocol at the last minute, and turns...

Reis looks thoughtful. He glances backwards at the tavern before looking back at Perkiss, but then smiles suddenly. "Well, Holden, how about giving us a tour of the deserted back alleys of the city? I have a suspicion we might meet a certain corpulent merchant if we wait long enough..." A...

Reis shrugs. "I'm fine with that. To be honest, I think a distraction at this point would be useless. Unless Sal is incredibly unobservant, I'm sure he's already noticed Perkiss conferring with us here."

Reis glances at Perkiss dubiously. "What exactly do you mean? Do you want us to go talk to him, or should I try to toss a bread roll at him?" Reis looks from the bun in his hand to Sal and grins.