<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/136783">Sense motive</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span><br/><br/>Xarithe slept well enough within the inn, having arrived much to late in Kajaani to seek out Sir Moss immediately as he had intended. This was only a minor setback though, as such he awakens early the next day, taking a moment to prepare himself for the day ahead, paying tribute to Nalinivati, tidying his appearance, getting dressed, and gather's his things,before the druid sets out to meet sir Mosss.<br/><br/>Expecting  to simply head out right away, he would be surprised to see a redheaded women waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. With a polite nod and a charming smile he makes his way to inspect and sample the breakfast set out for them. Xarithe was dressed in his typical attire. Black loose fitting clothes, draped over by a hunter green cloak. The shimmer of his dragon scale armor could occasionally be seen as he moved. Having taken a seat he nods to each of the other's who join him in the dinning room. Silently observing them with his hazel eyes. Occasionally shifting as he feels the strong muscled body of Sira move within her bag.<br/><br/>As the half elf speaks he is able to recognize her little lie. Having been raised by one who spoke with a literal forked tongue. He simply nods knowingly to Lyla as she speaks. Xarithe was pleased that she had not intended to keep them long, and upon making his way outside he looks to the faces of all those he passes, he can feel their eyes upon them, sense the tension in the air. Ever aware of his surroundings, making no effort to hide his horns, or pointed ears. He cared not what these people thought of him after all. for his eyes soon look skyward, to the darkening sky on the horizon. Pausing for but a moment as he gets a better feel for the air, for the atmosphere.<br/><br/>[[Roll to predict the weather<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/136807">Survival</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>]]<br/><br/>When finally he was led along with the others, to be brought before Sir moss. He appreciates the brevity of their meeting. "If it is in the woods that they hide, then we shall have no trouble making our way to them, of that I assure you." he states offering a confident nod. "As for my questions." he begins looking to Lyla once more. "Do we know of the strength of their numbers? Level of organization?" he asks being brought back to the raids he and Janice used to plan together.<br/><br/>Xarithe looks to the woman in black as she presents a map, speaking of dear paths his hazel eyes follow her fingers closely. He seeing in her, perhaps one who shared his love of the wild. A warm smile crosses his face as he meets her gaze. Striding forward, dripping with confidence as this was certainly an area of expertise for the druid. "I agree with you there, if we are going to do this job, we may as well see it through to the end." Looking to her pale fingers he nods, setting eyes on the map he would speak softly "If I may? I would like to have a look at that for but a moment miss." he states in a very polite manner. Waiting patiently he takes a moment to scan over the map. "This...this map is very old...I am impressed it is in as good a shape as it is." he comments " Though I'm not from around these parts, I have quite a bit of experience in the wild. I believe that between the two of us." he looks to Albali "We should have no trouble leading this group through the forest" he states with a grin before returning his eyes to the parchment before him. "Making use of the deer paths as you mention could play to our favor...." he says nodding respectfully to her. "I would suggest taking out their detachment first though....." Narrowing his eyes as he follows the trail she had laid out on the map before him he makes a guess "This is likely where their guard is set up I would imagine.....might I suggest looping around, to strike from behind, cutting off their path of retreat , while catching them off guard if we are lucky......Although, we could have a small group head in from the front, stall and distract them while the others slip in from behind.... " he offers as various ideas spring to his mind while looking at the map, scanning it closely for any other useful information that may better prepare them in advance for the assault they intended to make. ... The druid pauses for a moment shaking his head as a light blush spreads across his face. Realizing he has not even introduced himself yet, so enthusiastic was he about the opportunity to put his skills to use again. "Forgive me....I go by the name Xarithe Blackscale, and it is a privileged to meet you all." he calmly declares.<br/><br/>To go over the map in detail, looking for anything that may help them, guessing where the temple may be, the guard set up ect.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/136808">Survival</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>