“Alright,” says Quintus. “There’s a mountain pass towards the Northeast. You need to go there to receive the supplies from some of our friends from Chalcis.”

"Okey dokey artichokee" Kevinus rants, "But first, I'll need to head back to my room and get my stuff. Then, I'll need to take a shower (do showers even exist yet? If not, replace with bath.) After that, I am going to need new clothes because these ones are stinky, and then I might want my second breakfast." Kevinus pauses to take a breath and then continues, "After my second breakfast, I might want to refill my stock of random items to weigh me down, and then I'll be ready... oh, I forgot my daily meditations with a plate of scones. So... I might be ready to go in a few days. Also, what is 'Northeast'? And what is Chalcis?"

"Let's go, we'll worry about preparation along the way!" Pyrius says.

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“Alright,” says Quintus. “There’s a mountain pass towards the Northeast. You need to go there to receive the supplies from some of our friends from Chalcis.”

"No one cares, Kevin- whatever the rest of your name was." Quil will ask for the nearest exit towards Chalcis, and then leave in that direction, humming a sea shanty (for no particular reason) while he travels. He will ignore any attempts to talk to him unless they are related to the mission.

"Wait! I'm not ready yet!" Kevinus reaches out as if he could reverse time and "get ready" sooner. "You guys can go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a few."

“There’s no way you can catch up with those stubby legs,” says Quintus. “Now, there’s an exit down this hall that goes to a barn just outside the walls of the city. You should go quickly now, good luck, friends.”

"Kevinus, I am a dwarf, and even I feel like this mission is more important than SECOND BREAKFAST." Iraneus scolds, suddenly feeling moved to speak after spending the day in deep concentration trying to perfect spellcasting techniques.

"Ah, okay then." Kevinus sadly mutters, "I guess I can just eat on the go.." Kevinus follows with a downtrodden face.

"Although I do not find a need for weapons, aside from my pendant and spells, I will assist you all in retrieving the weapons from Chalcis. I may know someone there, considering my connections with mountain dwarves." Iraneus says, a calm tone taking his voice. He packs his belongings in his silk priest bag and heads towards the barn.

Assuming everyone follows, you walk down the hallway, passing soldiers as they head to the Rusty Helmet for breakfast. After a couple minutes of walking, you come to a ladder with a big red sign that says 

EXIT

"Ooh, it says EXIT. Wow. This must be the exit." Kevinus says with a newfound realization, "That must mean that if we go up this ladder, we'll exit this place. Wow."

"Let's go." Quil will open the "EXIT" door, with a DEX save in case there's a bad practical joke waiting on the other side.

(OOC: DEX 14 (9 + 5) in character sheet...just in case...you never know.)

Iraneus follows, scoffing at Quil for being paranoid. "They aren't trying to kill us, Rogue. We're doing a job for them, remember?" He says, starting to reach for the ladder. 

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Iraneus follows, scoffing at Quil for being paranoid. "They aren't trying to kill us, Rogue. We're doing a job for them, remember?" He says, starting to reach for the ladder. 

Quil laughs, giving Iraneus a playful shove. "I am afraid, dear sir, that paranoia is my specialty. Ah...how I miss those sweet, sweet days of danger, when we had to watch our every step! I suppose that we can't all be lucky enough to experience the gift of this erratic foresight." He will turn the conversation to a darker tone, reminding them of the dangers that lie ahead. "We will need paranoia where we're going." He grips his dagger tightly in his hand (point down of course) as he says this, a subtle sign of his anxiety for the future. He doesn't wish to see any more people die, especially not these motley, rowdy, sometimes annoying friends he's made. 

He'll climb up the ladder, ready to expect anything ahead. Paranoia is a helpful tool at times, and it's easier to think ahead than think behind. His stomach churns with his nervosity, but he doesn't let it show on his face. 

You climb for a little while, but very quickly come to an old looking wooden trapdoor that stands between you and whatever is above it.

Quil slowly, cautiously climbs the ladder, listening to his sharp, measured breaths, which fall in tandem with the small ting of the metal rungs. Each step made allows you another breath. Each step closer to what you want allows you to live. He still grips his dagger in a hand, holding it with two fingers so the climb is easier, and red marks have formed on his calloused palm. For anyone else who looks, it's evident that this behavior is regular out of him - scars dot his hands here and there, remnants of some older, worse times. 

He reflects on Iraneus's words. "They aren't trying to kill us, Rogue," he whispers back to himself, a brief chastising of his constant fear, which, unlike other difficulties, has proven so hard to prevent. Then, he looks up and sees the trapdoor ahead, quickly pulling himself up the last few rungs with jubilation. I suppose you're right for once, dwarf. It looks like they don't want to kill us. He pushes open the trapdoor, heedless to what lies beyond. Because if he was to die as soon as he opened this ancient trapdoor, then he would die happy. It looks like I've got some good friends. 

(OOC: He'll also thank Iraneus (just a gruff "Thank you") for no particular reason, trying to show as little emotion as possible.)

Roll for stealth.

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Roll for stealth.

 

(OOC: F***. I knew something was going to happen - Stealth dirty 20 (13 + 7) in character sheet)

You pull back the trapdoor, careful to not make a sound. Hay falls on you as the passageway opens up into an old-fashioned barn. As you peek through the gap between the trapdoor and the ground, you see an old man sleeping on a pile of hay across the barn.

"What is this old dude doing here?" Pyrius asks.