JIC:
1d20 = 121d100 = 43Perc: 63% /
1d100 = 61Find Contraband -- 28% /
1d100 = 44(Eyeballing the carts contents as visible for other than brandy.)
Area Knowledge (PF Eastern Territory) -- 32% /
1d100 = 68 (Do they look like they are from Nevan)
Tyral wrote:Tyral nods at the girl (to his eye) in response, "Looking back over the decades, you remember the spikes of terror and adventure, but really appreciate the rest of a calm evening beneath the stars ... the rain was a proverbial fly in the ointment, but one can only do so much.”
Nodding knowingly Silhouette then shrugs,
”You can always work around the fly.” Not that she was doing so great doing the same as they approach the men. The cool afternoon’s breeze tussling Silhouette’s short black hair as she leads her mule onward, petting the bridge of Petal’s nose soothingly for herself as much as the pack animal’s own.
Tyral wrote:Provided they are far enough away not to be overheard (100+ ft), Tyral responds, "Sometimes travellers are oblivious. Human senses are not as sharp, so many humans fail to consider that others can scent them on the very wind. In fact Brago has referred to us as Nose-blind. He truly did not appreciate going into the Sewer for that Banker given that he can scent his prey from a mile or so off ... Or these may have a Summoner among them like our old friend Vortigern. Could be a pair of angry looking Gargoyles in the shadows off standing guard and eating raw-orc-leftovers."
Smiling wryly Silhouette says to herself,
”The damp of rain has ruined a wonderful outing he says.”Holding up a finger as to count as she he holds up a second
,”Strange creatures can be waiting with slavering jaws he says.” Giving the elf a narrow set of eyes she mimics the elf throwing his previous words back at him accusatory,
”Friend’s with the fly in the ointment, are we?” Turning her attention to the men Silhouette puts her hands behind her back, fingers scratching at the pommels of weapon’s nervously more than out of readiness.
Man wrote:Orcs don't concern us little lady. We can take care of ourselves." The man bends down and picks up a leather water skin and takes a drink from it. "What brings you two out yonder?" A blank scowl comes across his face.
Shaking her head no in offer of the brandy Silhouette talks past the man speaking to Silhouette directly as she asks the brandy offering man,
”Taking the last of Neven’s brandy to Llorn? I hear farming for grain has suffered out there as much as anywhere with these orcs about.” Looking around she purses her lips,
"Quite the risk just for brandy, considering the Gnomish Whiskey Guild owns selling rights." Eyeing the man she wonders to herself
,"Intending to sell to the black market?"Turning her head to regard the man who is unafraid of orcs as she nods at the wagon,
”One burning arrow and you will.” Shrugging Silhouette speaks to Tyral,
”Since four of your strongest friends came limping back to Llorn after fighting orcs we should leave these few to their confidence.” Subtle as it was for slights against these men she did not trust them, let alone any group of humans as she thinks,
”I don’t want to be fighting on their behalf for the pay of brandy. Saying to the elf,
"If you need brandy, I have a bottle in my bag.” Smiling thinly at the first man she adds,
”Considering we don’t look like we have much in trade, right?”