Vincent gives an oddly warm and genuine smile that stands out given his demeanor. He really is thankful to be alive.
The Severed Hand
Vincent gives an oddly warm and genuine smile that stands out given his demeanor. He really is thankful to be alive.
Looking between Ras and Aeri.
"Does the little guy know?"
Aeri casts Death Ward on Ras.
She returns to the table and takes her seat. "No use letting this fine food go to waste. I've got a flight ahead of me."
Rolls
Insight - (1d20+8)
(19) + 8 = 27
Zenithral draws a knife and taps around some of the shattered planks, listening for where the ship's frame lies. "Found what? A 'cure'? Precisely what were you trying to achieve with the stone?" His tone is purely inquisitive, not chastising.
"I need to go hit something," Al grumbles. Everyone would probably believe that. That's all she does, usually.
Al leaves the table and climbs down the rope latter and into the snow. She summons her glaive to herself when she reaches the bottom, then goes in search of a solitary spot. When she's sure she's out of sight and earshot, she pulls the stone from her pocket.
She realizes sheepishly that she doesn't know how the thing works.
"Uh, Revered Brother Poquelin?" Al asks over the stone.
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+7)
(4) + 7 = 11