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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1945110" data-attributes="member: 188">Fendric, changing his tan shirt for a long black one with a cowl, notes his look in a nearby mirror before setting out to his position. Perfect: only his eyes, his hands, and a slit in the fabric through which he can speak, are visible from his waist up."Are we to attack this patrol from inside the inn, or outside?" he asks no one in particular.Hiritus, garbed in farmer gear complete with straw hat, his longsword yoked down his back beneath a poncho, replies to him: "My understanding is that we only jump in if needed, in case the patrol doesn't go down right away, or lashes out at citizenry, or something else 'not according to plan.' Is your weapon close at hand?"Fendric pats his flail, holstered at his waist beneath the cowl. Hearing the 'clink' in response, he checks his holy symbol, in its customary place around his neck. Once these two things are checked, the cleric nods his affirmation."Good. You should sit behind somebody or forward, away from the window - we don't want the patrol to panic when they see your masked face.""I could take it off - I'm half-human, after all."Hiritus smiles. "But you're also half-elf, Fendric. I don't want you to be what's for dinner at the mayor's. Best if you leave it on, I think."Fendric grimaces. "It's only one orc, Brother. I don't suspect I'll be dinner, May the Light Reveal It So.""Still...""Yes, all right then. We shall sit by the front wall."Fendric duly takes his chair next to the wall, away from a window.  Hiritus sits next to him, also facing the door."You know, from the window, you could be mistaken for an old woman."</blockquote>

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