[sblock=Borhald[SIZE=2] up to now]
Borhald Threndor[/SIZE]
It was late when the caravan got back.
 *Sigh* A broken axle on  the lead wagon, A horse lamed by a rock in her hoof, Goblins attacking  in daylight, but a dark part of the woods. All part of a days work. Sure  could have used that archer from Ferdinand's well, She is quite handy  with that bow.
 As 
Borhald leaves Lefty's place he sees two tall humanoid figures, one speaking to the other in a rough guttural language.
Off in the distance a shadowy figure lurks about before quickly slipping through a backlit doorway of a warehouse.                         
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Scott Dewar's Homebrew: One by land, two by sea-Pathfinder RPG-IC
The tall woodsman almost unconsciously reaches down to loosen the   long sword in its scabbard, as he slows his steps.  He edges towards  the shadows to his left, as he goes, trying to get a better sense of the  situation.  There may be mischief a-foot, but cities and their dwellers  are much harder to read than the wilderness signs he knows so well.
His hunter's instincts get the better of him, and overcome his caution,  as he slowly makes his way towards the warehouse entrance.  Something  about the figure did not seem right...
perception 12, stealth 19
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**Borhold sees the shadowy figure slip through the back lit door of the  warehouse, The warehouse door closes with a dull thud, not wood on stone  as expected, but muffled; as he stands watching he listens to the two  large humanoids speaking in a guttural language, he is prettysure they do not  see him.[/sblock]
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