conversations: human
conversations:  It's cold, here on the streets of Dunwall. And raining. You're in the middle of the street in the slums, and are soaking wet. You might die if you don't get some food and shelter soon.
  
  What will you do?
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grillan takes another step and feels the cold mud embrace his foot as he is heading towards lower class quarters. Countless times during these last two days he has reconsidered going back on his decision on not joining Cullen and countless times his anger of Cullen's ignorance of Morec's teaching has flared up and given him the determination to stick with his choice. Only today, however, has the screaming of his stomach overcome his pride and as what seems to be a last resort he is hoping that begging can save him.
  
  Arriving at his intended spot he collapses towards a wall and for a long moment enjoys just resting.
  
  After sitting for a while the cold creeps in on him. He moves his hands rapidly up and down his arms before letting them rest around his body in a tight embrace, in a fools hope that that will make him warmer. The thought of warmth makes his thoughts drift away to just a couple of days ago.
  He remembers sitting close to the warm fire with Morec who were teaching him yet another song. The thought of the situation makes him briefly smile despite of the situation. He really liked Morec. The thoughts of his old teacher both fills him with happiness and sadness.
  
  Melancoly words and sorrowful tones passes out his lips as he tries to escape the world in dwelving in yesteday:
   "In every life there comes a time
  Where there are no more tears to cry
  We must leave something dear behind
  There ain't no ash will burn." 
  He starts out the sing with the third verse as an intro before singing the song all the way through. As he goes a long the theme of the song resonates within him and helps him escape his screaming stomach.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Performance roll:  (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
   
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  A passerby snarls  Shut up!  as you sing, and a few others give you a wide berth, but no one seems impressed, and certainly not enough to give you coin or food.
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian feels hurt by the sharp reaction and becomes quiet. He'll keep looking at bypassers with a pleading look while considering other options that doesn't include stealing.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Persuasion after 1 hour:  (1d20+7)[ 17 ] 
   
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  After nearly an hour of agonizing waiting, a short, motherly looking dwarf approaches you.  What's wrong, sweetie? 
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian almost unconciously puts on his best puppy eyes, which are pretty good after years of practice, and says with an pathetic and truthful voice:  "I'm cold and hungry" , squizing his arms slightly tight around him to emphasize the first.
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oh you poor dear!  she says.  Here-come with me.  She leads you to a small blacksmith's in the lower-lcass district and bustles you inside, grabbing a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese as she does.  Eat up!  she says.
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian is initially a bit hessitant in following her but quickly his suspecion is defeated by his stomach and he decides to follow her although he is ready to jump away if she reaches for her axe.
  
  He varily graps the cheese and bread and watches her for a moment before eating it almost without giving himself time to chew. He'll pay attention to what she does in the meantime.
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  She busies herself with forge, stoking the flames though keeping them low. The house is luxuriously warm, especially compared to the rain outside.
  
   So tell me,  she says,  What's your name? 
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian now warm and full takes a moment to consider his options before answering:  "My name is Grilian" , then  "What is yours?" 
  He can't really figure out why she would take him in like this but have decided to play along for the time being.
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  Arianna,  the woman says.  Now, I suspect you've still got a little suspicioun-no one does anything for free after all. Now, that's wrong, but this time I actually do need some help. My son recently left to become an advennturer, and I could use some help around the forge. 
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian looks at her for a long moment, debating whether he trusts her or not but eventually decides that having a warm place with food sounds good:  "I could help you." 
conversations: Sønderjye:
conversations: human
conversations:  Excelent!  she says with a wide smile, and opens her arms for a hug.
conversations: JNAProductions:
conversations: human
conversations:  Grilian hessitates for a long moment before returning the hug.
  After it he's unsure of what to do and decides to just sit around and enjoy being warm and full.
conversations: Sønderjye: