"Yes sir... I am an apprentice" He would say with a small sigh of relief as the situation seems to have died down. "But not to anyone here. I used to work and study my craft at my parents shop.. The Fluffawitz Fletchery. I am skilled with both leatherworkers and woodcarvers tools" He would say as he opens his fine shirt to show off a very well made set of studded leather armor and points with his thumb to the intricately carved shortbow on his back. "My parents had to shut down their shop in the wastes and not long after that I left. Now I am just looking for other ways to make some coin sir." Skip would add with a smile. 

"Aye, the boy wears his craft well, and shoots with it even better. I assure you fine folks that the boy is most capable of defending himself. The times that he isn't, well, that is why we travel in numbers isn't it? Had but one of your order turned up here today, those young lads that were harassing my fellows would have been far less willing to let bygones be. So the wisdom of Chauntea shines on us all." Landrae walks calmly up to the cleric leading the questioning. 

"Were we able to leave the lad somewhere whilst we departed the town, it may be that he be safer from immediate threat. Though should we leave and the boy, bereft of those fine wits through concern for his friends, decide to come seeking after us... And we all know that young men are sometimes overly sure of their own prowess, such is the joy of youth to not be burdened with the weight of worry that comes with age. Should he then stumble upon a danger, but be alone instead of with his friends, then how are we to help. How could we have prevented such a situation, except by this very scenario. As the Great Mother protects her flock, though in a pale imitation of her capable manner, we so protect our friends."

Landrae roll persuasion with advantage.

Persuasion: 25

"If you're certain ma'am," he seem honestly put a ease by Landrae. "May the Great Mother protect us all," the cleric replies. "Your party wishes to reenter the city you need to register there," he adds. "They're closing the gates on everyone without papers. These are trying times for us all," he adds gesturing his company off and moving to a spot to continue their vigilance of the exit gate.

OOC: Who's reping the party with the Mystrians? 

OOC: Keth will definitely be going, wouldn't mind some social back up.

Landrae thanks the cleric and confirms that they were indeed queueing to cover re-entry as well. Seeing the situation diffused in the main line, she heads back over to join Keth to see about the forms required.

Brace will keep place in the line.  As Landrae and Keth start for the Mystrians to get the re-entry forms he says "Good luck, this whole situation is out of my comfort zone.  I don't know how to deal with it.  Be careful.  We will try to keep the peace here."

"Thanks Ms Landrae" Skip would add while blushing. "I will go and help get the re-entry papers if you guys want... otherwise I can hold out place in line to leave the city.." The shaggy haired boy would say with a smile. Before he heads off behind Keith and Landrae, he would look to Livly and whisper. "Actually I am only 15 but I added some bits of leather to the bottom of these boots and it makes me look a bit taller. I mean I am only a few months away from 16 so I am BASICALLy 16..." He would them give her a grin and a wink before moving towards the other line unless he is asked to stay in the other line.

"Skip, I'm hurt... you don't honestly think I look old enough to me a 'Ms' do you?" She takes her hat and feigns using it as a mirror, checking for creases and pretending to apply make-up as a cover, before replacing the broad-brimmed, brown leather accessory on her head as she winks at the lad. "Though I'm certainly not naive or innocent enough to be a 'Miss' either, so I guess just 'Landrae' will do nicely." Back to the business at hand, Landrae looks towards the Mystrians and the faces of people leaving the queue to see if they seem to have had a hard or easy time sorting the paperwork. "We might need a swift pair of hands depending on hos these papers work... I'm all for doing things above board but it never hurts to have a spare form or two in case we need to replace mislaid paperwork that happens to disappear after we leave. Keth, let's see how they respond to your re-entry request first, Skip here should be a breeze, and they don't seem to mind half-elves too much. I'm just concerned in case we get some yokel like those lads that doesn't know his place in the wider world"

"So.. Sorry, I don't think you look old... You are the opposite of old! in fact, I think you are very pretty.. I mean... I.. Uhh..  I was just trying to be polite.. " Skip would add as his face gets more and more red. He would turn his face away and run his hands through his shaggy hair.. pulling it a bit as he cringes to himself after what he just said. When Landrae mentions quick hands,  he would turn around practically jump at the chance to redeem himself. "hey! I have pretty quick hands. I can be pretty sneaky as well... If you think we might need some extra papers... I could try to get them for ya." He would say with a smile. 

Livly rolled her eyes - now Skip seriously thought she did not know his real age. But she did not bother to explain - little boys, unpredictable like sea weather: one moment he is stealing a horse, and next one - incapable to lie about his age. Go figure.

"I think Brace, Ulfgar and me are big enough crowd to keep the place in line. Help Keth if you can, he is too soft to deal with those bullies alone."

Brace laughs at the exchange between Skip and Landrae as they leave.  He nudges Skip on that last slightly exited outburst and says "Hey, keep it down.  We appreciate your skills and they might just come in handy.  These locals are strict and my preferred form of persuasion seems to be highly frowned upon.  So help Ms Landrae and we will all be happy.  But try to control your emotions.  The last thing we need is more unwanted attention."  He pushes Skip along with a wink.

"Yeah! I mean.. " Skip reply before leaning in closer and whispering.. "yeah.. don't you worry... I won't let you down... you will see.." He would say with a smile. 

Keth gave a laugh at Skip's awkwardness in calling Landrae pretty. "Listen Skipper, you can call a woman like Landrae beautiful but always remember, they are in charge not you." He grabs the boy and drags him to his side. The height difference not nearly as Stark as him and Livly but enough to be comical.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you Keth. Brains and brawn is a rare and wonderful combination." Seeing how Skip reddened at her feigned offense, Landrae can't help herself but continue to torment the lad... "Fast hands and eager to use them eh? I'll have to remember that." Her tone is playful, and the latter sentence is delivered with a look intended to make Skip's knees wobble, a slight tilt to her head, a raising of one eyebrow, and a coy smile that all add to the glimmer of mischeif in her eyes. Landrae catches Skip's eyes directly for just a moment, letting it sink in, before dropping back to her normal manner and continuing on "That's exactly what I had in mind lad. So, when we get up to those nice church folk, I want you to watch very carefully how they draw up these documents. Follow my lead if needs be, and we'll see how fast those hands of yours are. It goes without saying that really don't want to be getting caught."

"YoU CaN.." He would squeak as his voice cracks and he quickly clears his throat.. " You can count on me... They don't call me Five second Fluffawitz for nothing..." He would say with a smile and a wink... before a look of shock and terror spreads across his face... "Because I can pick a lock or pocket that fast." He would say holding up his hands "Thats why... not... no other reason.. just..  .. ...." He quickly shut his mouth and hide his hands in his face for a minute... talking through his fingers. "I'll... keep an eye out.." He would add defeated.. turning and walking towards their target alongside the half orc.. his face bright red.

Ulfgar starts looking around their current position in line and is looking for anyone that may be a disciple or follower of Sune. He's getting anxious. He doesn't like waiting in lines. Patience is a virtue, and in this instance, Ulfgar isn't so virtuous. He tries to maneuver through the line towards any noticeable followers of Sune.

Mystrans hold the keys so to speak to the city of Sul na Mara. They are the gatekeepers of the legal system and although Chauntea and Sune seem to be the brawn they seem only seem to be sentries of the line.

"Next," a silver robed Mystran calls out. He's an older human man with half moon spectacles on a board nose. His caramel colored skin is wrinkled around his eyes and forehead. "Next," he calls to the party.

OOC: Who's repping the group?

(OoC: I maintain that Landrae should accompany Keth, he is most likely to be treated awkwardly by bureaucrats and Landrae is literally built for that sort if requirement. I reckon everyone else can kind of cover their own. But if we just need one person for the lotnof us, I'm happy for Landrae to step forward unless Ulfgar or Livly fancy some dialog?))