While the party is talking, the elf suddenly jerks up, like an animal who just found a hunter in the brush. He sheepishly grins and issues a hasty good-bye, and he darts out of the tavern.
Grishkar's good eye fades once again to milky white as his senses shift back to the raven outside. The vagabond who served as the raven"s perch also stirs to a lean on the tavern while, as though waiting for some unseen urging. The raven takes flight to the roof to see what may be happening.
(To clarify intent: Transferring sight to my familiar (raven) outside to look for possible threats. If the threat comes inside, I'll command the raven to the zombie's shoulder, and zombie to come to the door.)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“Go with the contacts. Security gig might be boring, but you can get to know people who matter that way. Fighting for the guild tends to be bloody work, and since we aren’t members, not likely to get much access or recognition. The Company is the way to go.”
“Not a good sign.” Tren says, looking aftre the fleeing elf. “Best be on guard...” He says, laying a hand on his weapon leaning aginst the wall behind him.
While the party is talking, the elf suddenly jerks up, like an animal who just found a hunter in the brush. He sheepishly grins and issues a hasty good-bye, and he darts out of the tavern.
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"I don't like that..."
Grishkar's good eye fades once again to milky white as his senses shift back to the raven outside. The vagabond who served as the raven"s perch also stirs to a lean on the tavern while, as though waiting for some unseen urging. The raven takes flight to the roof to see what may be happening.
(To clarify intent: Transferring sight to my familiar (raven) outside to look for possible threats. If the threat comes inside, I'll command the raven to the zombie's shoulder, and zombie to come to the door.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Ludovico who has been quiet through most of this:
“Go with the contacts. Security gig might be boring, but you can get to know people who matter that way. Fighting for the guild tends to be bloody work, and since we aren’t members, not likely to get much access or recognition. The Company is the way to go.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
“Not a good sign.” Tren says, looking aftre the fleeing elf. “Best be on guard...” He says, laying a hand on his weapon leaning aginst the wall behind him.
Agar reached behind his chair and brought out his light crossbow and bolts, placing them on the table long enough to load it.
"Well, sounds to me like the Company is the way to go. What's the next step?"