<strong>Jojel</strong><br/><br/>The halfling feigned indifference, but was actively eavesdropping on the conversation in the clearing. It seemed that this job wasn't going to be as straightforward as he might have hoped. His ears perked up further as he heard the elderly priest pronounce the alien words... "Aryx Orthian". An eldritch name, about which the young bard knew... absolutely nothing. It sounded impressive, though.<br/><br/>"You say the truth, Jeremiah," he consoled his friend. "And from the way our employer is acting, I don't think a couple of quick blackjacks and a quick ride to town are going to bring this matter to a close. We're in the muck again, aren't we?"<br/><br/>Lucrece soon approached and spoke her piece. She talked like a bard being paid by the word, but the gist was clear. It was Jeremiah's place to answer; he was the senior partner, even if only by a few minutes. Jojel had interrupted his show, after all, and not the other way around, years ago. Meanwhile he glanced back over his shoulder at the wagon, then cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"I'm sure that the two of you will come to some sort of agreement that ends up with me in worse trouble than ever. But before we're too hasty, I was wondering if I could get your take on another matter. Was anyone else in any way surprised to find that we happen to have the world's least timid stowaway pretending to take a nap on top of the carriage? Because, and this is just me speaking here, it took me a bit by surprise."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>-------------<br/>Knowledge Check: History -- 5 + 7 = 12<br/>