~ At Table with Daylily, Bren, Aradra, et all ~
Borric nods a greeting and tips his ale in Bren and Kalinn's direction as they join the gathering.
He looks on with interest at the display of the morphing weapon with a raised eyebrow,
"Huh, neat trick. How much gold did that set you back?"
He does spare a glance over at the retired warrior running the bar. He remembers first meeting the gruff half-orc and thinking he was not so tough, but now that he is more experienced himself he can start to see the signs that Grog would be a real fookin' nightmare if he was armored and kitted up. A fact this elf might do well to figure out should the bartender take the nice weapon away and wrap it about his neck.
The warrior glanced over at the woman causing a ruckus, thinking she is pretty enough. Pregnant women have that glow and he is not that particular about the women he will take to bed if they are willing or the price is right. But, he cannot be sure if this one is from a past dalliance or not.
It feels like a solicitor calling to deliver a summons to appear before a magistrate and he frowns in consternation at the accusation. He calls out,
"I don't know who you are lady, but I am not in the habit of paying child support for any whelps I sire. You are lucky to have a child of my blood at all if you are claiming it is mine. And, that is a BIG if, mind you."
"I don't think any priests are going to convince me pay before you pop that puppy out in seven days."
He mutters under his breath,
"I sure as sheet ain't fookin' mid-wife, neither."
However, Borric is shrewd and considers other possibilities. He glances sidelong and asks,
"Or is this message about something other than your impending child birth?"
He doesn't recall any dealings with priests lately. He has that gate key buried in his pack somewhere, but that is hardly a concern of any church. He did mention his idea of finding some flying carpets to go investigate that other realm to Fury and Bren, but again his personal quest was unrelated to any church business that he can think of.
A feeling of dread starts to develop in his stomach... or maybe it was just gas that needed to be purged from his carousing.
Borric mutters again,
"Aww, sheet. I have a feeling a damned oracle is gonna ruin my day."
[sblock=Mini Stats]
Borric Hawkins
Initiative: +4
Perception: +16
AC: 30 (25 w/out shield, 28(23w/shield) flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 103
Current: 103
CMB: +15
CMD: 28 (30 vs. Disarm/ 32 vs. Trip)
Fort: +12
Reflex: +8
Will: +7 (+10 vs. Fear)
Conditions in Effect: Ioun Torch (in darkness), Combat Reflexes (3 AoO), Step Up, Greater Trip, Power Attack (-3/+6Dmg) or Combat Expertise (-3/+3AC), Lunge
Current Weapon in Hand: Darkwood Shield(LH), MWk Spiked Gauntlet (RH)
Chakram: 1/1 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining
Light Hammers: 2/2 remaining[/sblock]