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Penton, still trying to shake off the battle from earlier, stands by the door; gazing into nothing, seemingly, as the other toss the room for clues.

Penton obsessively wipes off the blood he has just recently gained. After a few moments he regains some of his composure, and heads with the others toward the house. His hands, still somewhat shaking, grip the hilt of his blade and squeeze, as if thinking he may lose it at any moment. Normally...

Penton quickly picks up his bow, puts the sword in the sheathe, and makes his way (in an outside arc) towards his companions. Penton, on his toes is ready to dive out of the way of an oncoming attack, if need be. He hopes, and thinks, it's over now, though. GM:

Penton's light wound feels a lot worse than it is, but Penton's never been one to get into a fair scrap like this. The thought of parrying the next strike and waiting this out tactfully crosses Penton's mind. But, really, is that not but waiting out the inevitable? Penton, seeing one of his...

Penton glances down at the results of the blow, as a moderate amount of blood flows down his leg. It could be worse, but the blood gives him a sense of even more urgency. His grip on the rapier tightens, and he digs his feet firmly into the dirt below for leverage -- this is now a matter of life...

Penton, no longer on his own, draws his trusty rapier, after immediately dropping his bow to the ground beside, knowing that he must win this duel at all costs. Nervous, he jabs his rapier directly toward his opponent's chest, hoping dearly to end this quickly.

Penton swiftly pulls his shortbow over his shoulder, and readies an arrow, aiming toward the closest creature I can see (If I can't see one, I want to ready a shot for when an enemy comes into view). GM: GM (More):

I don't mind having DM roll either. In cases where it's something social, I think it's best not to see a roll. But things I could measure, like physical things, I wouldn't mind rolling from time to time. I hope that makes sense.

Penton hops off the wagon, silently. "I'm going to go around the side. This absolutely does not feel right. Someone meet me around back -- head the other way." Without even awaiting a response, Penton heads around the left side of the building. GM:

Penton, none too pleased with the old man's demeanour, takes a seat on the wagon, eager to put this farm behind.

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Penton's eyes nearly bulge out of his head, shocked at the sudden incoming arrow. "Ya could have run me through with that... Evendur, kind as he is, had us come check on you. We're not here to take your damned land. We came here to help, so by the gods, put down that damned bow and let us talk...

I had thought the same thing initially, too. Especially while reading over the same content, word for word. After having some time to digest it, it kind of made some sense to introduce players in (or welcoming players back), and actually give them good, complete content for free. I have...

Penton looks over to Ashern. "I do agree. In my experience, we ought expect the worse. I hope, though, that it's nothing." Penton nervously handles the hilt of his rapier while eying the tips of the dense fields. "I would like to scout the perimeter through the tall fields. I can carefully make...

Penton continues to keep to himself, walking back to the wagon silently.

Penton glances over to those who are heading toward the farm, and drops from the wagon. "Wait for me. I'd like to come, too."

I overestimate my capabilities, sometimes. I understand your actual value, but Penton himself is unsure, as he is not incredibly familiar with many extremely capable people. Sometimes halflings feel the need to overcompensate. :)

Penton seems surprised to hear Heron speak. "So we're onto the short jokes already, are we? Sitting down, we're all the same height. Do you intend to stand the entire way?!" he says, bluntly. He waits for a moment, and then continues in a much calmer tone, "Mine are no better, no worse, likely...

"If it would be no problem to the rest of you, I would like to take a seat up front, in order to scout the land for anything that may seem the slightest bit off." Penton looks to be lost in serious thought for a moment. "What kind of name is Greyrat, anyway?!" he blurts out to Ashurn, as if he...

That makes me really, really, want to add elk to my game. Elk stampede anyone?