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 He produces a cigar from a pocket.

OOC *I thought I had him tied?

Rutrow comes up and grabs the cigar, looking at the wrapper, squeezing it to determine how fresh it is, smells the one end and... (wait to see my rolls)

Perception 21 

Nature 18

 *The thug’s hands are tied, but he has a vest pocket which he still could easily access.*

The cigar is fairly new, not even a month old; but something is intuitively, inexplicably, off about it. (*I don’t know if Rutrow ever smoked a cigar before*) 

He detects the aromatic smells of cured tobacco and cedar bark, but he also senses a faint scent of sulfur, potassium nitrate, commercial packaging string (*please don’t ask what string smells like lol*), and an unknown but no less unpleasant smell which he is at a loss to identify.

 *Nice deadription*

Rutrow has the cigar in his hand, but realizes it very unusual, saying to the bandit, "close but no cigar...this is off...I don't think this is an actual cigar..." looks at the bandit, "but....what do I know? I am just hours off the farm, and fell off a turnip truck last night...??..yeah I did honestly fall off the turnip truck last night, met  a Mr. Duke who helped me up.  and...'nuff ced about that.....Rutrow looks around...Orien or Lethira is this some sort of magicky stuff?  Mia or Joe what say you all?

Rutrow passes the cigar around to the party.

Arcana? check 13

As far as Rutrow can tell, the cigar is not obviously magical

*Arcana for Joe 11*

Joe doesn’t perceive it to be magical either

Mia does not want to touch the cigar, so she’ll stand back a bit.

Orien arcana check 6

Orien just shrugs.

Lethira accepts the cigar when it reaches her, turning it slowly between her fingers as she studies the wrapper in the firelight.

“I should disappoint you before anyone develops confidence in my opinion,” she says, glancing briefly toward Rutrow. “The magic I work with is given, not studied. I know prayers, rites, and the shape of certain things when they move through the world. I never spent years in a tower learning why powders change color or why wizards insist on labeling everything.”

She lifts the cigar to her nose. Tobacco is familiar enough. Cedar too. The rest is not.

“It smells like somebody wanted it to be mistaken for a cigar.” Her gaze shifts toward the captive.. “And whatever it is inside of it, I suspect may do something other than be smoked.”

13

Mia Arcana 14