I'll roll for Berrek out of combat when I know what to roll, otherwise I'll just indicate what I think are relevant skills and let you decide what to roll. Just don't forget sneak attacks in his attacks
I'm all for moving on. Berrek takes crossbow bolts in his own stash unless somebody else needs them. He buys few days rations and scroll of sending if available.
And Menhir cannot carry Lydia, he is needed as scouts body guard
Once out of town, Berrek ranges in front and sideways sometimes close, sometimes just barely visible (if on road) or just withing shouting distance (around 150 yards in clear terrain). At times he comes back to the party and relates what he's seen (if anything)
Does anything look familiar to Berrek? As if he was here before he lost his memory?
The provisions stated thus far are fine and are approved....
ethandrew: if you want to role play buying goods.. that's fine by me.. I know others did not take that route but I refuse to rush my players and cut out there fun
Neurotic: Nothing stands out thus far within Berreks mind which is partially locked away or lost for good... to which that is not even he himself knows...
I was being a tad facetious, I know it's difficult to properly convey over text. I just like the "Ooo, this looks nice." "Oh, what about this?" while everyone else looks at you with their daggers drawn.
Amongst my friends, we refer to that as "mule shopping". The term originated in our all dwarf campaign, in which all situations were patiently approached and solved by typically dwarven means. When it came time to buy mules for instance, our characters spent hours of game time shopping around, interviewing mule breeders and trainers, researching mule pedigrees and subjecting prospective mules to a variety of "dwarven" stress tests.
Then, after we'd settled on three fine specimens of muledom, our characters began shopping around for the worst mule we could find. Why the need for a bad mule? As a decoy of course! Our dwarves believed that our fine mules would likely attract predators and bandits who'd covet their fine mule flesh. Eventually we settled on a mangy, bucktoothed, cross-eyed mule upon which we draped a bright orange blanket and marched ten yards ahead of our "real" mules as a self propelled mule sacrifice.