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Sleight of Hand: 16

//Slight of hand is dexterity...either way 14 is decent.//

//RAW for tying knots is slight of hand with int instead of dex//

Rip looks at the large excitable dogs, then over to the calm steadfast Boris "I'm good with Boris and the cart, thanks"

Flint will have cast  aid on angel, rip,  and ink (standard daily thing)

“Thanks Flint and Marav can I be walk the doggies?”

Angel asks very excited to show off his dogs to people in the town. 

Marav tosses Angel the "leashes". Good luck.

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Flint will have cast  aid on angel, rip,  and ink (standard daily thing)

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Flint will have cast  aid on angel, rip,  and ink (standard daily thing)

 // Right when you get up, or after breakfast/as you start travelling? //

Seeing Flint bless him with aid, Ink responds, "Well, thank you for that Flint... Of course, you've also made me paranoid."

Ink casts mage armor on himself on the approach to Yartar. 

Continuing, "I know Yartar has a reputation - and all sorts can be found in there... Okay, actually, more sneaky and conniving than the typical city of the north - outside of Luskan, but still it's an established settlement... We shouldn't have to worry THAT much..."

As his voice trails, there seems to be a creep of doubt entering it. 

"Oh, and a word of caution - we do NOT talk about the origins of this ring to anyone in the city. Understood? It's a special ring made by Foehammer for a mill under construction out by Everlund. If we can generalize more, let's do so."

"Good plan Ink"

"Thanks - I'm just a little worried. I've heard rumors that Yartar has stronger associations than most with... Well, you know..."  Ink gently taps the side of his nose with his forefinger giving a knowing look to Flint as he completes the sentence. 

"that's assuming giants haven't roughed the place up, and with how our lucks been if they haven't already they will within an hour of our arrival"

Yartar itself is a small, fortified city, which stands on the east bank of the Dessarin River. Extensive docks line the city’s riverfront. On the west bank (closer to you) is a walled citadel under the city’s control. Between them stretches a wide stone bridge. 

A prosperous city, Yartar is becoming increasingly crowded. Some of its old buildings have been torn down and taller ones built—four stories high, in some cases.

Because the city is a major river port, Yartar’s elected leader is called a "Waterbaron." Those of you who are members of the Lord's Alliance know that the current Waterbaron is called Nestra Ruthiol. A couple of you have also heard of the city's thieves' guild, the Hand of Yartar, in local legends of acts that are attributed to them—both dastardly and heroic. 

In front of you and to the right, a wagon caravan is coming off a little spur onto the Evermoor Way, also heading towards Yartar. When they arrive just ahead of you, they are stopped at the citadel for inspections.

"Oy, Rip, do we got a reason ta avoid th' inspections?"

"Don't know if we have a reason to avoid them, but Rip should DEFINITELY do all the talking. Flint, perhaps you should be close by to give him a comforting and GUIDING hand on his shoulder."

In short order, the caravan in front of you is waved through the gates. The citadel guards on duty look over the many travelers as they pass.

Your wagon is held up by another guard. "Any giants traveling with you, or giant-related artifacts in your possession?" he asks tiredly to no-one in particular.

// Rip.... You're up. Roll well. Lol. //

Flint casts guidance on rip "yer a giant at heart eh Rip?"

//Never fear Marav can do the talking... :D//