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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9820989" data-attributes="member: 7033788">The Crooked SwordMr. Black Your distraction is seemingly flawless in execution, applying new found lingo to aid in the swiping of the coin purse. You continue the concentration on your spell knowing that when it is interacted with there is a chance that the item will be found to be an illusion, the crowd seems to be growing in the tavern yet there still are some empty seats around the table section. One table in particular has a placard wedge that says "The Ironfist tout". Tout which you had learned to mean portal guide, someone who could possibly take you back to Jane.[SPOILER="Ruling"]The ruling for the bluff success is that the bluff works as you intended usually for 1 round. Therefor patrons who failed their sense motive are unable to see you swiping the coin purse as they are distracted.[/SPOILER]Luke CindersThe Faerunian merchant implores you for help, "If you could help the dwarf on my behest..." He pauses thinking of what he has to offer "when I return to Waterdeep I could have the wizard Blackstaff create for you a wondorous item of some fashion. I deal with him to sell wares, he is a great magician some say rival to Elminster!". The offer seems desperate and clearly his last card, accepting this task probably will be on word alone. Your eyes track the coin pouch on the bar, while it is in clear sight nobody dares to touch it. Some local shoves into one of the attended guards of the sack of coin "Watch It, Berk!" yet the pouch remained untouched. It seems that the coins will remain untouched, you head cautiously over to the dwarf on business of your own or that of the merchant it isn't clear to anyone but yourself at the moment. A small child of nine entered through the back door had begun whispering into the ear of the dwarf, sharing some form of dark no doubt.ArilA Dazzler, no doubt there was a spellslinger entering the bar. You say to yourself "Eh, why not?" entering in to the Crooked Sword. There is quite a commotion but your eyes naturally remained on the Dazzler making their way to the bar, you notice once more a spell gesture this time able to identify it as a casting of silent image. Where or what the illusion is you are unsure of, all you see is the spellslinger stumbling into someone "Watch It, Berk!" as interesting as this all is that is not why you are here. Scanning around one last time you discover the placard wedge on a table "The Ironfist Tout", a dwarf sits at the chair back to the only visible rear exit. A small street orphan of nine whispering in his ear some form of dark no doubt.[SPOILER="Ruling"]You failed your first spellcraft roll and passed your second roll for the second spell.You also fell for the distraction and were unable to get a full picture of what the spell was needed for.[/SPOILER]</blockquote>

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