--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Breaking Fast and Pondering the Day Ahead</strong>--<br/><hr/><br/>The bedraggled little man swaddled in rags and a too-large hat, a gnome by all appearances, snacked upon a sliver of old jerky as he furtively glanced in the general direction of the crashing noises in the distance.  Gorvis had felt especially clever for devising the little ruse with the fake camp, one that had served him well on many an occasion, but didn't let the pride swell his head.  He'd seen far too many<em>clever</em>people gurgling in a pool of their own blood in his day.  At the end of the day it was rarely cleverness or raw intellect that saved one's hide, but a healthy dose of caution with a sprinkling of paranoia for good measure.<br/><br/>[Listen Check] 1d20+1=12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25034)<br/><br/>"Anything that<em>can</em>go wrong,<em>will</em>go wrong," he muttered to himself, stashing the excess jerky in the folds of his outfit and scrounging around for a bit of parchment.  Words to live by, and on the off-chance something went<em>right</em>, it just meant he had the rare opportunity to be pleasantly surprised.<br/><br/>At last he found it, and unrolling the paper revealed a crude map sketched out in black ink.  Scrawled by his own hand, it wasn't exactly particularly accurate, and much of it had been haphazardly copied from a merchant's before he was caught and tossed out on his rear end.  Still, it served its purpose well enough.<br/><br/>"So if I'm<em>here</em>," Gorvis said, drawing a finger to a particular part of the map where a wide stretch of badly drawn trees marked Rosewood's location, "Where would be a prime location to get the lay of the land?"<br/><br/>[Knowledge (Geography) Check] 1d20+8=11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25033)