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I'm going to go ahead and move the game along, assuming you are all right with your current spell selection KTT. Send me an email or post here if you wanted to change something.

If its not too late, I'd like to join this game! I was thinking of a halfling barb1/ranger1/rogue 3 I can make my character in the next few hours if its okay to join.

Peh! These humans!, thinks Sekhmet to herself. She keeps her expression neutral.

Thoart: You fly around in hawk shape for several miles in each direction. Gross Fell is a village whose main road runs north-south. There are some small roads that branch off the main road about twenty miles north and south - presumably to other smaller hamlets. The surrounding countryside is...

"I can help ye sir." The innkeep begins to carry your things upstairs.

The innkeep gestures behind him to a slate where the rates are written in chalk: Private 2 gp - Cot 5 sp - Floor 2 sp - "A private room is two gold a night, sir."

Meanwhile, in the inn... Jolan says to Lorenz and the two dwarves: "Your enthusiasm is encouraging. But it's already late afternoon, and the place is several miles from the village. Why don't I come back tomorrow morning, and show you the way then?" OoC: Take this time to do any last minute...

Arrakk ponders this for a minute. "Hmm. I think I see what you mean, but no, I can't agree to this. I'm not saying there is a dragon, but if there _were_, it would be too dangerous. These people do not know how to carry themselves in combat. "

OoC: See post on your msg board, yang

I'm still here... waiting for the game to move on.

Arrakk frowns. "Jolan told you there was a dragon? Anyways, you still haven't answered my questions. Who are you and what would you want exactly with my men?"

Arrakk cocks his head as he looks down at you. "Whoa there, back up. Who said anything about being in need of protection and helping ourselves, and what's this talk of risking lives? First of all, who are you? Second of all, what exactly do you want men for?"

"You've spoken to Jolan, have ya? Well he knows what he's talkin' about. If ye're needin' to just carry some equipment, sounds like a pair of pack mules are what you need. What exactly would you want men for?"

"Aye, there have been such rumors, yes."

The half-orc nods to the human, who leaves the room. "Aye? What is it?"

Both the human and half orc stop their conversation and turn to look at you. "That'd be me.", says the half-orc.

Jolan looks at Taklinn and Thoart, awaiting their replies. Davik: You have no problem finding the sheriff's office. Standing at the doorway, you see a human male talking to a burly half-orc.

The innkeeper looks at Davik, then Jolan, then back to Davik. "Um, thank you sir. Arrakk the Hammer is the Sheriff, you can find his office across from the church on the main road." Jolan gives Davik a heavy look, then turns to Lorenz. "Very well. I will be happy to guide you to the crypt...

The innkeeper says: "That'll be four coppers for your ale, sir. I believe these other gentlemen paid for your others." As you get up, Jolan puts a strong hand on your shoulder. His other goes to his sword at his belt. "I'm going to have to ask you not to do that. Not wanting to go out and...

Sense motive roll: 13 + 4 = 17. You get the feeling that Jolan is being completely honest and truthful. He doesn't seem to be hiding anything. Jolan sighs. "Your argument is based on the premise that these boys would be safe with you. I do not agree. As for your alternative, we will take that...