<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>GM POST<br/></strong></em></span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Tali</em></span></strong>and<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Garrus</em></span></strong>would find themselves peacefully unmolested after their night sharing a tent. No one was much interested in two adventurers who caused no trouble except for themselves after all, not when people had a Centaur problem, or were locked away from their own home. When they did step out of their temporary abode, and they sighted the elderly man and his small troupe of two guards, they might notice something...off about the way one of them was looking around. The Leonin of the pair of guards was seemingly sniffing at the air, on high alert for some reason with a hand resting on the scimitar at his side.<br/><br/><em>[Feel Free to Roll either an Intelligence (Investigation) or Wisdom (Perception) Check to see if you also notice what this guard notices...]<br/></em><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Amberyll</em></span></strong>meanwhile, having rode in recently on the back of the ever heroic Littlebean, was not in such a groggy state as those who had bunked for the night.  Once the Rabbitfolk had made the decision to seek out breakfast, she'd see a few options available. Most eyed the new stranger suspiciously; whether because she was of Feylike quality, or because they were afraid she might take their spot in the queue. It was the third group that seemed more openly willing to assist the Rabbitfolk with her rumbling belly, as an Elderly Woman and a small family of many different aged individuals welcomed her around a large pot of porridge. “<strong>Put them coins away, deary. We won't rob you of some coppers for a small bit o' breakfast.</strong>” The Elderly woman said, smiling pleasantly with a mouth that showed itself severely short on teeth. Without prompt, she handed Aberyll a wooden bowl of porridge, and a hand carved spoon to eat it with. “We're waitin' to get home. Don't think I seen many of your sorts before Young'un...No offence meant, o'course.”<br/><br/><em>[If you wish, you can attempt to ask these people questions. They are clearly locals, so who knows what they might ask. Feel free to roll a Charisma (Persuassion) Check if you ask anything specific, or a Charisma (Performance) Check if you just want to make a good impression.]</em><br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Ahshala</span></em></strong>would find her early morning rise had gotten her an at least somewhat interesting conversational partner, in that he was completely uninterested in talking with her. Trying to ignore the Elf had proven useless as she just asked additional questions, and eventually he soothed himself to just accept the pretty woman's company, offering minimal answers to questions. She wasn't much pushing him for details, yet. Just scribbling down what was said.<br/><br/>“<strong>Dunno much about no city-folk apprenticesezez.</strong>” He said, a fingernail trying to pick at a pip caught between two of his teeth. “<strong>Suppose the Oracle-Devilman talks to them Gods from time to time. Maybe them Young'uns do to. Mostly think you'd wan'em for money, but Centaur tribes ain't much interested in that. Used to trade some milk for good Leather with a Centaur, before they got all huffy...</strong>” He grumbled something under his breath at that, as if annoyed by the recollection.<br/><br/><em>[A Charisma (Persuassion) Check might be used here to get this farmer to talk more specifically on a subject of interest. Otherwise, you can spend your time trying to see if any other notes you've written touch upon either the Oracle-King, or his Apprentices, by using a Intelligence (History) Check.]</em>