Rolled 1, 6, 8 = 15 (3d20)
>>5697807While there’s something to be said for honesty as a policy, it isn’t necessarily YOUR policy. After all, just look at what happened with the farmstead family! Oh, you made it right in the end, even advanced your True Faith, but at not-inconsiderable material cost, and it’s clear that the rank-and-file humans are likely to react poorly to Nat if no one else—and there’s no guarantee they won’t attack a column of Reptilians, Southmen, Eastmen, and black-skinned elves, even WITH your disguise and Ekaterine to speak in your favour. At the very least, it will entail delays—and you grow weary of travel, and of waiting.
No, better to bypass this outpost entirely. You will reveal yourself to the Baron, this ‘Brunus’, directly and forthwith!
“Stay close,” you command, beginning to shroud your party in <Shadow>.
“Oh, is THAT what we’re doing?” the Duelist asks and, to your surprise, begins to assist you in the endeavour.
“Elf,” she says bluntly, “remember?”
It’s true—even the most stab-happy and muscular elf is still a natural master of the arts of perception and its manipulation-one of their chiefmost mystical schools in all their nations, it seems. You suppose you’re one to talk—musclebound swordsman with an aura of burning light that you are, none would take YOU for a weaver of darkness. And the aid is welcome… In truth, Illusion remains one of your weakest disciplines.
[DC 12/14, since it's already nighttime and...]
