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Sylvar looks at Respen a few times, nearly changing the course of his chant...when he finishes he sends back..."all good points Respen, but the way I figure it, if this Orc were aligned in any way with the Hill giants they would have known to be looking for us, in which case we are already in...

Sylvar give Tam a nod and begins to weave his tail as the others feast. In his head, he thinks good naturedly ~you owe me, halfling~ (Sylvar begins a rhythmic chant, he mimes the actions of opening doors and swinging swords.) Peace and goodwill to thee and thine. Lend me your ear great...

Sylvar, since he has already been assigned the role of a servant, walks in a few steps behind Thallok. His pride tells him to defend his honor, but his good sense tells him that now wouldn't be the time. He considers over playing the part, but figures that may make it more difficult for Thallok...

Sylvar takes a second look at the Nomad camp and says, "on second thought they look harmless enough, let's go talk to them, they may have information we need." Sylvar starts walking toward the camp.

Sylvar replies... Seems like through would be shorter...so what would you rather, a disguise or a an invisibility sphere?

Sylvar's instinct is to dodge, but he trusts the spell and stands in place, moving only to shield his eyes from the brilliance emanating from the attack. When its all done. Sylvar grins...Well, that's an experience I won't soon forget. I think people would pay for that. Sylvar eyes the twins...

"...I'm up for any extra protection, thank you for your warning...and I must say I'm looking forward to seeing this particular skill in action...what a wonderful addition to the epic of Respen's Raiders..." Sylvar grins and winks at Respen.

Sylvar follows Respen. +500 xp for being first to respond! :cool:

Sylvar comes back into the room ready to go. He sees everyone else nodding, so he nods along. When it looks like everyone is done talking Sylvar speaks up. Lady Abigail your hospitality has been unprecedented and your grace un-matched. If I should be so lucky to one day find a woman with half...

Sylvar hands Tam the Shadow cloak... "The cloak will only be recognizable as made by The Shadow to someone who knows what it is...but you'll likely be able to use it on our adventure."

Sylvar shakes his head. "...no, thank you though...the price is too high for such a small benefit."

Sylvar stops for a moment, but first a poem. There was a fine drink called something, found in Lady Abigail's cabinet. I don't recall the name; I made up a drink called Scotch. It went on to little fame; It tasted a lot like the spirits I drank after surviving death's game. Henceforth...

Sylvar puts on the bracers and ring. He pockets the diamond, puts the rapier in party inventory and leaves the buckler for Lady Abigail to do with as she wishes. He inquires of Lady Abigail..."...Is it possible to redesign the cloak in such a way that it retains its magical properties ?" He...

Sylvar raises a hand to his wounds and winces at the touch...he goes back to the liquor cabinet, and pours another measure of Scotch...this time he is more reserved with its consumption...He nods at Lathir...Yes, please...I cured myself of what I could but it was not complete, I fear that left...

Once back in the tower Sylvar releases the invisibility spell, enters the room where everyone is gathered, drops the items he collected on the floor by the door and makes a bee-line for the liquor cabinet. He pours himself a double of a good Scotch and drinks it in one gulp. Ignoring...

Sylvar staggers and falls against the Tavern's outer wall. He takes a few steps toward the door, but sits down outside it, still invisible. He holds the invisibility spell, in case there are more brigands about, and casts a spell to heal his wounds. Sylvar casts Cure Moderate Wounds, He heals...

Sylvar takes aim at the wounded Rogue, and will fire 2 arrows at him. He saves the third for the other man. Attack rolls, 36/34 (crit confirmed) and 12 (miss), Damage: 6 and 28

Sylvar steps 5 feet backward, conjuring a Mystic Arrow in the process. He aims carefully, and fires. As he lets loose, he thinks to himself.. ~Die you bastard.~ Three attack rolls: 23, 34, 25 (all hit; AC was 17) Resulting damage: 26 pts.

Sylvar defensively casts greater invisibility on himself. Must beat Concentration Check DC 19, Rolled 26

Sylvar responds with a frustrated tone "...We keep finding reasons to ignore our main course...first we jumped through that damned portal, then we spend months lounging about, " Sylvar softens his tone and thanks Lady Abigail for her hospitality, then reverts to frustration, "...all the while...