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Bazrim looks at the boy, "You best be ready to go now if you hope to make any coin, as we are on a tight schedule."

Ava awaits Logan's responce when she realizes the answer doesn't matter. "No matter how hard this path is, it would be best to walk this trail, as the ships seem to be the problem we would need to correct."

Bazrim speaks to the boy with a tone that lets everyone know he's completely serious"To be honest kid, I might have a job for ya, depending on how well you know know the Free City, and if we would be daring enough to trust you. Just a little warning though, we've had more than enough reasons...

Bazrim responds to the young man in a firm, but not frightening tone, "Boy, you need a job, or do you just need some coin? ...... And were is your family?"

Bazrim sniffs the air, and lets the smell of food that hasn't sat in a musty pack for days consume his nostrils. He then responds to Kushnak as he pushes his way to the door of the inn. "And if it does slow us down, we should at least be drunk enough not to know the difference." I agree with...

Bazrim lays back an enjoys the smell coming from the pipe. He smiles and thinks of times when his best friend was a fresh pint, and his worst enemy was the bottom of a mug. All while only pretending to listen to the others he is camping with tonight. I am ok with random shifts for watch. If...

Ava seems unfazed by the mayor talking himself into circles and responds in her polite manner. "If you let us know what kind of work you need, we can see see if it is possible for us to handle while we are looking for our freight, as that is what brought us here." The look on the cleric's face...

Bazrim does his best to keep pace with the others. When the road gets crowded, his gaze moves down to the belts of his friends in front of him, making sure no pickpocketting happens just below is natural eye level.

Bazrim gathers his things and mumbles to himself. The others make out that he is weighing the possibility that the worgs were sent to attack them versus the scent of fresh meat drawing them to the area.

Bazrim pulls out a well used wand and sends two bolts of force at another target. Draw wand of MM cast MM at #2 for 2d4+2 dmg

Bazrim lets missles of force fly, yelling instructions to the others. "Take out the injured first, and cut their numbers." MM 3d4+3 #6

Bazrim takes a deep breath and lets his trusty fireball go. should be able to place a fireball between 4 and 5 to get 3,4,5, and 6 without hitting anyone else 6d6 damage

"They aren't wolves and they aren't looking for a meal. They are looking to kill us." The inflection in Bazrim's voice easily tells the others the dire situation they are in. Bazrim then casts a spell of protection upon himself mage armor on myself, ac 17

Bazrim grips his pearl and regains the ability to use his favorite mundane spell. pearl of power to get MM back

Bazrim silently returns to his bed, ignoring the commetns of the others.

Bazrim steps back and waits for his allies to finish the beast off. move 5' east

Bazrim spits blood in the face of his attacker and withdraws from combat. withdraw 15' west. Next round draw best cure potion I have and drink it. Can't check my sheet right now.

Bazrim yells information to the others as he stands up. "Don't worry if your aim is off, they are quite hard to hit." He then lets forth his trademark bolts of force. MM #2 after standing. If I can't stand and MM, just MM. 3d4+3 to #2

"He wanted us to worship his god" Bazrim responds. I am also good

"Be on your way and we'll be on ours. And may the road bring you to your destination safely." Bazrim then turns and follows down the road the way they are heading.