After leaving the monastery, I traveled to Norbrook, but was entirely too sloppy about who I talked to. A contact I thought I could trust alerted [former client's] agents in the town, who paid me a visit on my way back to the inn I was staying at. I had just flubbed a lift on a dwarven cleric, his coinpurse slipping from my fingers to land on the cobbled alleyway. Trying to pass it off as best I could, I picked it up and handed it to him, remarking that he needed to be careful about dropping things, when the thugs entered the alley, just as I was handing him his purse. The thugs charged, and I was knocked to the ground, but managed to scurry free while they had the dwarf pinned against the wall... my way was clear, the barrels, balcony and drainpipe gave me a clear route to the rooftops and safety...spiderwrangler wrote:[*] What did you do before you decided to come out here?
It's been about a year and a half since Benro's death, I headed inland, and spent the better part of that year earning my keep at a small monastery outside of Wyndmere (if that works, otherwise elsewhere on Estermark). I worked mainly in the kitchens, but eventually took part in some of daily activities, and found the meditative practice of the brothers there too be soothing in my grieving and a balm to my paranoia.
Fighting against my sense of self preservation, I stayed, kicking a few thugs in the back of the knees and give the cleric a chance to get his weapon out. We managed to dispatch the thugs, and I fled before the authorities arrived. Later, I sought him out and introduced my self, learning that his name was Darruk. After learning about a possible job from [someone] that would get me off continent, and hopefully away from [former client] and his thugs, Darruk agreed to join the venture.
Did Darruk realize my deception about trying to steal his purse was a lie? Korrik: Cutpurse deception: 1D20+4 = +4 = 15