Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Lal had no idea what a druid was - some kind of nature holy man - ah, holy woman. Don't get that wrong they hate it in every land, kingdom and city he ever visited.
The short, outrageously dressed foreigner stomped forward. "I am Lal Qualandar. I would name my companions but my accent do not do their names justice - although that one is Harb, he's pretty nice. The hobbed and unhobbed goblin situation is dire. They used a magical tower to attack the town of Phaendar and sacked it. We did a fighting retreated and managed to save some of the good villagers, although I must admit that many more perished.
As far as assistance for bee stings, I am sure my companions would be delighted."
He finished his little speech with a beatific smile... but then remembered the terrible events he had just detailed and switched abruptly to a somber, almost mournful look.
charisma check for first impression!: 1D20-1 = [15]-1 = 14
Somehow, the whole affair came across as genuine!
The short, outrageously dressed foreigner stomped forward. "I am Lal Qualandar. I would name my companions but my accent do not do their names justice - although that one is Harb, he's pretty nice. The hobbed and unhobbed goblin situation is dire. They used a magical tower to attack the town of Phaendar and sacked it. We did a fighting retreated and managed to save some of the good villagers, although I must admit that many more perished.
As far as assistance for bee stings, I am sure my companions would be delighted."
He finished his little speech with a beatific smile... but then remembered the terrible events he had just detailed and switched abruptly to a somber, almost mournful look.
charisma check for first impression!: 1D20-1 = [15]-1 = 14
Somehow, the whole affair came across as genuine!