“Sell-out… was it worth it?” Valdaris spat on the ground and muttered at the corpse of the fallen Half-Orc. He ignored the others for the opportunistic street rats that they were, only positioning the bodies to suit his agenda and cleaning the smeared blood from his blade on their ragged clothing. With some luck, the local authorities would think they’d had a drunken altercation between themselves and take no further action. For now, he had more pressing concerns.<br/><br/>“Well met, Enjiope. My name is Valdaris” He said, as he cordially offered his hand to her. “I can see that you have some skill, though I suspect you would’ve fared poorly without my assistance…” He hesitated for a moment as if stumbling with the words, “I’m sorry if I frightened you at first. That was not my intention.” [Insight: 18 + 1 = 19 vs Deception (if necessary) to determine if she is sharing her real name and how much of a flight risk she is likely to be.]<br/><br/>She was attractive and talented; and he allowed his crude gaze to linger, perhaps, a little longer than would be proper, though her feigned look of innocence would fool nobody this time. “I’ll be alright with a bandage and a little medical attention.” He added, “You can thank me by buying me a drink, though not here. We need to find somewhere a little less conspicuous.”<br/><br/>[20gp noted. Valdaris takes the greatsword, crossbow and bolts to pawn and escorts Enjiope away from the scene and towards a more secluded drinking hole on a very tight leash.]<br/><br/><strong>[Current Wounds: -5]</strong>