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Caradoc nods, "Though the body may live on, war truly spares no man."

Oh, hell. What was that I told myself about tyrants? Caradoc casts his eyes toward the ground, and follows Weel's lead.

Caradoc follows Weel into the yard. "Well, I'll certainly be glad to get this pack off my back and stowed in a corner for a while."

Well, here goes nothing. With a nod, Caradoc steps forward to sign his name.

Caradoc thinks for just a moment before shaking his head, "I appreciate your generous offer, ma'am, but I'm afraid that price is a bit too dear for me right now. I'll surely return, though, should the future hold any riches for me," he says with a laugh. With that, he rejoins the rest of the...

Well, seeing as I've been gambling with my life for about a week now... "How much for the, ah... 'lucky charm'?" he asks.

Caradoc smiles at the saleswoman, "Might you be more specific as to what these charms' functions are? Do they all grant the same protection, or do they differ?"

Caradoc whispers back, "No need to trouble yourself, I have a means of detecting enchantments as well." With that, he turns to survey the old woman's wares, seeming to absentmindedly recite a nonsensical little ditty to himself as he does so, "Show me, show/ what I would know/ what I would see/...

How lovely, Alan's made a new friend, Caradoc muses, stifling a chuckle at what he imagines is Alan's first encounter with a woman of this profession, and walks up to the woman hawking charms. "Greetings, madam. Would you show me these talismans you offer, and perhaps explain their properties?"

Caradoc opens his mouth to say something, closes it, opens it again, and finally shakes his head, abandoning any attempt to make sense of the siblings.

"Time allowing, I will certainly make an effort," Caradoc says, feeling slightly suspicious of the Count's flattering words, and not wishing to alienate him by refusing outright, or the Justicar by appearing too friendly.

Bernlad wasn't just blowing smoke about "interested parties;" it looks like we have volunteers from half the known world here. Even representatives from Fisire and Mathire working together! Caradoc turns to face the assembly. "I am Caradoc Nuttall. I look forward to lending my assistance to...

Caradoc nods to each individual or small group, and smiles, giving a slight bow, in response to the old man.

Caradoc thinks for a moment, then says with a smirk "well, my family depends upon the support of our neighbors, so I'm fighting the fight that our neighbors support. Oh, and as for what was found on the goblin, since many of my skills are most useful behind the front line of battle, I'll...

Caradoc takes one last look back at the scene of the battle, then spurs his horse onward. Oghma be praised for seeing us through this battle. But thinking of those who fell, a grim thought flits through his mind, I wonder, does he laugh even so?

Wonder if I'll ever get so used to all of this. Caradoc takes a deep breath and stalks back toward his horse.

"Well, let's see... we don't know how the others have fared," he says, gesturing toward the avalanche, "and we don't know how many more goblins might be about. A hostage might be useful... but then, I don't know enough of their values to say for certain."

Somewhat unnerved at having actually impaled another intelligent creature, Caradoc grits his teeth and swings again.

Caradoc continues closing in on the goblin, attempting to come at it from the side opposite Weel, striking at it with his sword once in range.

Unsure whether the goblin's spells or swordsmanship pose a greater threat, Caradoc attempts to take both out of the equation by afflicting it with a Daze spell. As soon as possible thereafter (next round), having witnessed Alan's faltering attack, he will begin to hold forth on the similarities...