--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Uneasy.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>There it was again, that twisty,<em>alien</em>presence he'd felt earlier.  It was like something truly obscene was flitting about on the periphery of his consciousness, and ugly thoughts trailed in its wake.  Gorvis tugged at his beard nervously, his resolve faltering.  It was impossible to tell if the spying entity was aware that he was in turn being detected, but he had begun to wager that it<em>wasn't</em>.  With each step it seemed to grow happier and happier, an obvious warning that it surely didn't want the wizard to receive.  Either the presence was being sloppy, or the gnome's magical arts were aiding him in unseen ways.<br/><br/>The more his confidence waned the lonelier he began to feel, a small little man with too-few tricks up his sleeve for this lurking menace.  Though he was loathe to simply rely on strangers, it wasn't in his nature to turn down the help of others in order to survive the predations of larger threats.  He needn't tell<em>them</em>that they were being watched, and with any luck they'd prove more hospitable than the guards had been.<br/><br/>Stumbling back a (safe) distance away from Dirk and Jareth, Gorvis made his presence known by roughly clearing his throat.  "Gentlemen.  I thank you for dealing with the<em>scraps</em>I left behind, and would like to make you a most valuable offer.  In return for the comfort of your steel, I will levy my own considerable power against any other ruffians who might seek to waylay us on the way back to civilization!"<br/><br/>He grinned pleasantly, keeping his teeth from view.  The only<em>power</em>he planned to levy was the power of his feet against the ground, running in the opposite direction.  "Do we have an arrangement?"<br/><br/><strong>[Bluff Check] 1d20+2= 19</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26361)<br/>