1. The Cloakwood
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"What's your name?" She stands ready to shove him back into Spell.
"Nice. I like it. I'm Aiwë, like a bird. We're here because we don't like slavers or plans to start wars for personal gain. What's your opinion on those things?"
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+1)
(11) + 1 = 12
Insight adv - (1d20+1)
(1) + 1 = 2
Dieter gives the help action to Aiwë
The apprentice stops as he gets a good look at Aldous. "You're Duke Entar's son! I saw you once at a ball. Do you..." Stephan clears his throat and adopts a more formal tone. "Lord Aldous, surely you can assure these fine folk that I'm telling the truth and will be no trouble at all! Please, tell them to let me go!"
The young Silvershield taps his lip thoughtfully as he regards Koveras. "Except that one. Half-orc, you know." He holds a hand up beside his mouth and stage-whispers. "He can... get a little upset when things don't go smoothly for us. What happened to your master was practically a garden walk compared to the bloodbathes that he's- Well. Do you... know of anything about this place that might make our stay not go... smoothly?"
Rolls
Aldous deception - (1d20+6)
(15) + 6 = 21
"Uh. Uhhh..." He glances again at Davaeorn's remains. "The key! You found Davaeorn's key, the one he keeps in that leather envelop? It's to the Plug!" He licks his lips. "Davaeorn said the mines used to be flooded and the Plug keeps that from happening again. I think there's a prisoner in the cells who knows more. Yalsick, or something, an old dwarf!"
He leans down as low as he can get given his ropes and starts shaking. "That's all I know! That's all I know, I swear!"
"Peace, Stephan. We won't hurt you unless you hurt us." She gestures for Dieter to put his knife away. "Are there evacuation protocols for the mine?"
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+7)
(7) + 7 = 14
A part of her wonders what kind of reward the party might get from his family. He is from a noble house, after all.
As for Aldous, she knows him well enough by now to see the twinkle in his eye.
"I’ll go for the bell"
Rolls
? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)
1D20+9 : (7) + 9 = 16
1D20+9 : (19) + 9 = 28
"Anything valuable or sentimental down here? Now's the time to get it, this will be underwater soon."
Boarding the lift unnoticed is the trickiest part of his mission. Many minutes pass while he observes the comings and goings on the lift, but then opportunity strikes...
A little worn out from the battle with Davaeorn and the subsequent sneaking, Dieter shifts his weight... and one of his boots makes the smallest of splashes in an unseen liquid on the ground. And then he smells it: blood. A lot of it.