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Athelstan mumbles: Wish I had a hammer like that. That is one mighty fine peice of craftsmanship. Athelstan looks about the base of the statue all around it. Lookin' for trouble: 3d6 -> [1,5,2] = (8)

Yeah, let us see if there are any fine treasures of immesurable worth lying foolishly about... ... or somethings fearsome and foul with slobbering mouths full of snarling teeth and grasping, outstretched, hairy hands. By all means, after you. Athelstan mock bows and holds a hand out for the...

Athelstan spreads his arms in a mocking gesture. I knew there was nothing to be worried about!

Grimacing after the lever has been pulled, Athelstan cites: Here we go again.

Athelstan just stands back and watches all the rest of the party going about their checks, hoping that if something tries to get the drop on his newfound companions, he might get the drop on them.

Athelstan picks up a stone and begins tossing it up and down in his left hand, as he wordlessly follows his companions.

Romping in the woods, you say? Did you come across any... unfriendlies? Athelstan is putting a few of the apes' teeth into his satchel which he retrieved after the battle. He mentally berates himself for doing absolutely no good during the entire melee. ... they'd be better off with a trained...

Listening to all this and trying to commit it to memory, Athelstan puts the iron ring in one of his many pockets in his inner tunic. When a pause in the discussion comes, he asks: So these woodlands you speak of... what kinds of trouble, besides the usual brigidands of course, can you tell us...

Usually, it occurs to him, he'd take offense at a good-natured comment like what Gavril just said. But maybe it's the optimism of having found people he could call friends or perhaps it's that he's realized that there's only so much paranoia a man can live with before it drives him nuts. Either...

Athelstan squints out the window to a tree in the distance. He sits like this for a few moments, then reaches down without looking and takes a peice of bread from his plate and munches on it. He stays like this for several moments, knowing that several a pair of eye are looking at him. Finally...

Athelstan comes into the common room and sits down at a table by himself and looks out the window, lost in thought.

Athelstan dreams of fish Athelstan hardly finishes undressing and climbs into bed before he's fallen asleep, dreaming of exotic fish and other sea creatures. In his dreaming mind, he thinks: Is this an ocean? I've never seen an ocean before. I'd dearly love to see one before I die. Soon the...

Athelstan follows his new aqquaintance out of the kitchen and into the common room, his left hand shooting out quickly and snatching what looks like a plum from a basket of fruit near one of the cupboards. A little late night repast never hurt anybody... Walking into the room, Athelstan stands...

for Béar Hmm. I can understand your mission and how strongly you feel about your queen. It would be wonderful to discover that all you say about her is true. But I'll have to find that out for myself, I suppose. You'll forgive the sarcasm that creeps into my voice, it's my primary language...

Athelstan gets up feeling a reprimindation coming on for his untrustworthiness. He follows Béar into the kitchen. Looking evenly up into the big man's face, Athelstan speaks defensively right back: Listen, pal, I couldn't help but fall over how concerned you are for your queen... so I'll try...

Athelstan sez true Sure it'd be nice to believe what this gent's sellin, but it isn't on the up-and-up... when it comes to legal-types, it NEVER is! Might as well use this as my chance for farwell. Speaking clearly and distinctly enough for all to hear him, Athelstan removes his hood and...

Athelstan eyes cautiously Seeing a few of the others rustle about at their table, Athelstan wonders what if he's missed something. Don't like the way that fella was eyeballin' me a second ago and now this... what's the blivvy?

Athelstan sees this and gives him "the bug eyes" right back. Don't look at me...

I'm afraid I'll have to take your word for that. I've not known the company of a woman for... quite some time. Athelstan lifts his glass and feigns drinking, instead only letting the liquid touch his closed lips. He then sets the glass down with one hand and wipes away what residue is left with...

Then perhaps we should all keep in mind that strange as it is, things aren't always what they seem like at first. Do you agree? Athelstan continues to watch closely for any reactions.