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Amien considers moving closer, but again doesn't trust himself to press his luck with the planks. When something apparently happens over at the door, he whispers, "'Something happen?" He then stands firm as the door is being opened. Character Sheet Page Condition: None HP: 28/28 AC: 15 AC...

Amien shifts his eyes from where he stands, his leg posture fairly stiff from not wanting to disturb the planks, which limits his torso movement for that moment. He whispers quietly to the others, suggesting in response to the request, "Everybody chip in a few seconds so we can buy a minute."...

Amien continues to keep still as to not create any unnecessary noise. At the same time, there wouldn't be much he could contribute in the way of opening locked doors. Character Sheet Page Condition: None HP: 28/28 AC: 15 AC Touch: 12 AC Flatfooted: 13 Initiative: +2 Glaive Attack: +5, Glaive...

Amien will wait as well, keeping a firm grip on his weapon in anticipation of the door being swung open and whoever is inside starting throwing themselves at the group and a huge brawl breaking out.

Amien feels like he is pressing his, and everyone else's luck way too hard, but still feels the need to keep moving, albeit slightly slower than before. Move to I23, Stealth Check: 1d20+3=13 Character Sheet Page Condition: None HP: 28/28 AC: 15 AC Touch: 12 AC Flatfooted: 13 Initiative: +2...

Amien winces and grits his teeth and squints his eyes at the groaning sound of the boarding beneath his feat.. Trying to be a front liner is proving to be a horrible idea it seems. He rears his head and takes a breath as he concentrates on putting his weight on the boarding more carefully. He...

Here goes nothing.. Amien will try to carefully move to the best of his ability, though is not too confident considering his poor luck of people randomly being able to hear him every time he tries to do something quietly, which has been a recurring theme in his life lately. Move to N27, "yep...

Amien tries to think of a suitable answer to the question, then thinks of one not really seeing himself as the typical honorable warrior type, "I am trying to be hired muscle for purposes like this mission, which is why I need to be in the front of this pack eventually. Are we sure we're going...

Amien looks at the establishment with expectations broken. He was thinking there would be an actual front as in an actual inn. "They call it 'Inn of the Unlucky Sailor' but it's apparent that it wasn't the sailors that were unlucky." He pulls out his glaive, figuring that since the establishment...

When the half-orc pats his shoulder, Amien looks over himself and up and grins. He states in response to the philosophy of battle, "I too, enjoy the gift of battle, but not when it jumps out of my birthday cake." He looks back to the others, not completely reassured, but is forced to accept the...

Satisfied that he will be payed for services rendered in finding out more about the kidnappings, Amien quickly raises his hand at the query for submitting questions. Once he is sure that he can speak without interrupting anyone, he starts doing so, "Yes. I think I understand that we will likely...

"Amien. I am looking for work, and it seems this kidnapping business in some alley is right up my alley." the man states simply, his response should give attention to his already being stood up and with his arms crossed ready to set out. "I hope that this 'doing good and rescuing others' thing...

Amien is quick to give praise and doesn't question the usefulness, "Thank the gods! I wasn't even sure that the soup I was eating last time was even rabbit."

Amien looks to Galandra, "I am still very new to this city, so I'll have to ask." He leans in to whisper to state contradictary, "This kid looks like he's not planning on staying long. We should follow him and then we'll probably find it." He then waits patiently to see what person wishes to...

Amien gets up from his seat, "I can't say how helpful I am towards the needy, but 'rundown docks' sounds like a place of work meant for me."

Amien had watched the others empty the tavern, deciding that flying rats are enough rat problems for one day, much less regular, ordinary ones. He doesn't have to be nudged to turn around in his seat to examine the young man and his peril. The one referred to as Amien responds, "I've seen some...

Amien, not having found much of a way to respond to conversations, due most of the tavern has funneled over to the table with free food that he has preferred to shy away from with his lack of appreciation for finer higher class living and a one on one between good Dwarven buddies he wasn't going...

Amien soon realizes how funny the comedian actually was, as he ends up having reddened cheeks from being over-amused enough to not notice Glandra's plight. He is not that perceptive anyway. He looks over when he hears the loud pat on her back, he comments, "If you don't mind me confessing, it...

Amien's expression shifts to convey confusion whenever he hears that he has joined a conversation, "I did?" During the comedy act he finds himself snickering at most of it, whatever the jokes happened to entail.