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I want to get into the card game, but I'm trying my best to not hog the spotlight right now, just so the others can participate somehow.

"Of course I brought tribute!" Copper reels in mock indignation as he quickly unloads the wagon. "I just gotta deposit it to the horde. But cards are a passion of mine, you know?" "Uh, where is the horde, by the way?" He asks as he aproaches the table, looking for an excuse to get close and...

Oh dang not invisible? Well that will make it harder, now to figure out a way to get into the card game.

I just remembered we have an invisable familar following us around. If that can't help at cards, nothing can!

Crinkle cut are the best kind of fries that I would actually consider fries. And I'm not even nostolgic for them. Sweet potatos are a total enigma to me, who in their right mind wants their potato to have a sweet flavor? It's unnatural and wrong on a fundimental level. Diced potatoes and...

Copper looks at the game table with a greedy glint in his eyes. "So, friends, how good are you at Three-Dragon-Ante?"

In a strait up fight? Heck no, we not only in a bad position, we are outgunned. Fortunately, we don't have to make them fight us. ;) My proposal is complicated, likey to blow our cover, and cause untold chaos in the tower, but it will be fun! I say we join in on the card game and start...

Copper gives a whistle while the trap is being explained to him. "Nasty peice of work, that." "Speaking of which," he continued while giving an apprasing look to the guard "can you tell about the family here, yourself, the 'who's who' of people charge, and what kind of team are we working with?"

"Well we need to head to the storeroom to drop this off anyway." Copper muses. "Why not take a quick peak at the prisoner?"

"A Drow and a Hydra?" Copper asks with a bit of genuine amazement. "I got to see this, where are they at?"

"Azrrhat." Copper answers the cultist. "So, what's fun to do around here?" he asks in turn.

"Take care yourself!" Copper calls back to Corrah, before judging up the tower. "So the score is a statue in there, right?" the goliath asks the remaining group.

I think we are planning in circles at this point. Just go back to the original groups, nobody seems to have strong enough opinions on where they wanted to go beyond that.

You know, all this time I thought the plan was for everyone to get into the tower then split up after the tower was out of the picture?

Copper takes a look at the relatively diminutive mercenaries lying dead about the recent battlefield. "Yeah it would be hard to pass as one of these 'Beasts', maybe as a cultist? I dunno much about that kind of stuff though." The goliath agrees. "Maybe some of those Amnish spirits will buy the...

Anyone got a disguise kit? It might help

Copper is starting to have doubts about the purported wealth of the mercenaries on the tower, and his frame doesn't exactly match up to any of the uniforms they looted. If anyone wants to try and convince him to go with you into the no-doubt trap infested caves, now would be the time to convince...

"You know, I expected a bunch of cultists and mercenaries to have more weapons in their shipment." Copper says as he looks over the goods. "And, judging by how thin these meals look, I take it they aren't marching around with a full belly either." "That will make them grumpy, and sloppy." The...

I suppose now would be the time to commit to the bit. Sharpshooter will really help out I imagine.

"Uh, yeah. Magic isn't exactly my strong suit." Copper shrugs at the scroll. "I can take a peak at what they were bringing up though." The goliath grins like a child in a candy shop as he riffles through the cart to see what goodies the cultists might have. Perception check in the wagon...