Kesten Garess

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Speed: 30 ft

Base attributes

Charisma: 13
Constitution: 16
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 15
Wisdom: 12

FactionMilitia

Class levels

Fighter3

Starting equipment

Kesten raises his brow. "All together?" After a moment of contemplating he gives you a wry grin. "Cunning inde
"So, Kabron… the time has come for us to have a heart-to-heart. Why are you here?"
Kesten shakes his head and turns to you. "Have you seen something like that before, Your Grace? An 'innocent'
Kesten's voice softens. "Olika… we must have the truth… You understand, right?"
Kesten stares at the widow, his eyes wide. "That's why you've become a priestess of Lamashtu? To give your bab
Kesten turns to you. "Your Grace?"
"What was that?" Kesten turns, his hand falling to his weapon.
Kesten looks at you. "I guess we've made a mistake." He whispers. "This squab is guilty only of a lack of spin
Kesten nods, tight-lipped. "As you command, Your Grace."
Kesten hesitates. "Your Grace... I realize these people are guilty and must be punished. But I will not harm a
"Indeed? Odd to hear that from the hermit who prefers to live beside the monsters of Narlmarches! Or do you cl
Kesten's brow is furrowed. He looks at you, awaiting your orders.
Kesten shakes his head. "There is always a choice, Olika. Always..."
All of a sudden, a loud noise comes from the kitchen. Kesten turns, surprised. "What was that?" Following his
"I think, Tsanna, you know why I've brought you here."
"I knew it!" Kesten rubs his hands. "Now we'll bring her to light!"
Kesten's hand falls to his weapon. "Your Grace, I'm ready to make an arrest. But if you wish to investigate fu
Kesten's face reddens. "An honor indeed — but whatever your family, you're not in Brevoy, so if you're done wi
"The only man in the lodge..." Kesten ponders. "All right, let's figure it out. I will bring him to you at onc
"Let's cut to the chase, Master Tedrim. You don't want to keep our baron waiting, do you?"
Kesten is interrupted by a loud noise from the kitchen. "What was that?" His hand falls to his weapon.
"Take your time, My Baron. We will keep an eye on them." Kesten adjusts the weapon on his belt.
Kesten glances at the tablet. "I admit, that's clever — Erastil's symbol where everyone can see it, pretending
"I thank you, Your Grace, for your help and for your wisdom. A pity we didn't discover the true reason behind
Kesten shakes his head. "Enough. We know who you are. Lamashtu won't help you."
"What about your wife?" Kesten's eyes narrow. "The truth now, all of it! I've lost too much time to you and yo
Kesten throws a tired look over the lodge and rubs his chin. "That's all." He looks around the lodge. "We'll d
Kesten nods. "I will bring her to you at once."
Kesten raises his brow. "You think so?" He thinks for a moment, then nods. "As you wish, My Baron. I'll bring
"Just call the name and I will interrogate that person."
"As you command, Your Grace. No one will leave this house — I'll make sure of that." Kesten looks around the h
Una is interrupted by a loud noise from the kitchen. Kesten's hand falls to his weapon. "What was that?"
"Haven't I, Lady Tedrim? The behavior of you and your husband tells me a great deal."
The people in the lodge look surprised and concerned. Each seems to recognize you and ask themselves — what is
"Watch your tongue, cultist! Your act won't save you. Confess you worship wretched Lamashtu, and maybe baron w
Kesten shoots a glance at the dwarf at the counter. "The hostess has been staring hate at us since we entered.
Kesten looks at you as if you're mad. "Let them go? All of them?! But..." He hesitates for a moment, then seem
"Well, Dumra… it's time to tell the truth."
Kesten grits his teeth. "Damn it! We've made a mistake! We-" Kesten is cut off by a loud noise from the kitche
Kesten catches the eye of the dwarf at the counter — she glares back. "The hostess isn't pleased to see us. Sh
Kesten nods. "I'll call her here and we'll speak with her."
"Una Tedrim, we have questions for you. Answer them, and we can dispense with the extreme mea-"
Kesten frowns and looks around once again. "The most suspicious… Hmmm..."

Kesten Garess — Kingmaker