Rolled 18, 7, 1, 19, 8 = 53 (5d20)
>>5568351>>5567845>>5567844>>5567404>>5567209>>5567203>>5567015>>5566994“We will explore our options once we are safely inside,” you answer your Archer ally. “Attracting too much attention now could get us an audience with the Green Knight, rather than the local leadership. Let us follow the other Infiltrator’s lead, yes?”
Oluwadamilare does not argue the point, instead bowing his head slightly. The two of you follow Roth, as he rummages in the pockets of his trousers for a crumpled piece of paper, scrawled with writing and stamped with a seal. He hands this two one of the guards at the gate. The guard looks it over perfunctorily, and then looks the three of you over with far greater curiosity and evidence suspicion.
“Who’re they, then?” he asks in a nasally, urbane dialect of the local tongue—very different from the broad, provincial accent of the man you met on your date, and later liquidated to produce your current disguise.
“Clients,” Roth answers. “And employees. Both. Adventurers, who want the gear I can make and are going to pay me in labour.”
“Where are THEIR papers?” the guard asks.
Roth looks at the two of you, then back at the younger guard with a withering expression, and asks blandly: “Boy, look at these two. You think they even know how to sign their names in anything but maybe some foreign scribbles? WHAT papers? They’re here with me.”
The old Reptilian is scarcely less gruff with ‘fellow humans’ in this identity than he is among the Master Race, you note. You’d expected that you might raise some eyebrows, with your comparative mass, your armour and blade… But, in fact, it seems to be Olu the Archer who draws the most consternation with the blackness of his skin. He is, after all, of obvious Southern extraction.
“I don’t know…” the human guard says, hesitantly. “Not supposed to let in strange foreigners, especially from the South, without papers, or a thorough checkover.”
Enough of this! You step in—after all, it was you who chose to bring Oluwadamilare, and you will HAVE your attendant with you. You step forward, instinctively reaching within you to summon your Fearsome Presence… But, to your dismay, you find it hard to draw it up and out of yourself in this form, and what Presence you can project is plainly insufficient to affect a non-reptile without the benefit of your <Dragonshape>. Still, you are considerably larger and more muscled than this perfunctory pencil-pusher of a guardsman, and that goes a long way even without a psychosomatic projection of spiritual authority.
“We are tired,” you say. “We are just tarvelerss… Adventurersss… Here to work, to buy thingsss… And to ressst. We will move on ssoon.”
[Diplomacy + Intimidation bonus die, to see if you are able to get Olu in without issue]
