- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 12
- Constitution
- 30
- Dexterity
- 15
- Intelligence
- 12
- Strength
- 18
- Wisdom
- 12
- "Hold a moment… I didn't have a chance to reward you for your help. Fortunes are best shared, after all. Safe
- "Damned trolls. Almost died from the stink alone..." The half-elf wipes the sweat from his brow. "They almost
- "They've attacked several villages, destroyed several bridges, and are scaring away trade caravans. Worse than
- Dalton seems oblivious. "I'm not afraid, I've been walking these rods a long time. I'm not afraid of trolls, b
- "Thank you for your timely rescue, friends!" Despite his confident gaze his voice trembles slightly. "A few mo
- "To think I was planning to reward you!" Dalton scoffs. "I've just fought off a band of trolls…" He gauges you
- "In that case I recommend you to make haste to the nearest garrison… if you can find one. The roads are thick
- "If Your Grace is willing to resolve the matter, I know a mage living nearby. I visit him from time to time to
- Dalton nods, but remains tense, watching you.
- Dalton looks shocked. "Oh, I beg your forgiveness, Your Grace." Dalton bows politely. "But these trolls... the
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- Dalton is checking his cart after the troll attack and looks about ready to leave.
- An elderly half-elf stands before you. His sun-bleached hair reveal him as a seasoned traveler, and the confid
- Dalton nods. "Thank you, Your Grace."
- "Since you were kind of enough to save my life…" Dalton smiles. "Some advice that might save yours. A mage liv
- "I must press on. My family is waiting for me, and they'll be concerned about my safety — I have to get to the
- "Long ago, Mivon was founded by the Swordlords, who refused to bow before the new ruler and fled Brevoy. While
- Dalton freezes and is silent for a moment. Then he nods slowly. "Well, if you put the question like that... pe
- Dalton frowns. "If things are that bad… well, then, perhaps I shall conduct my business here for a time. Very
- Dalton scratches his head. "Bartholomew is his name. He's not bad for a human. Always so polite, so respectful
- "Trolls aren't enough, huh?" Dalton laughs, then frowns. "Actually, I have heard a disturbing rumor… it's said
- "Damned trolls. Almost died from the stink alone..." The half-elf wipes the sweat from his brow. "They almost
- "I…" Dalton frowns. "Don't get me wrong, Your Grace, but I've family in Brevoy, so my road always must take me
