<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TDU8Dsf.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Kaisen (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851359)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:10/10<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Initiative</strong>: 12<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The rest of the party's defiant heroism and march into action was met by a shrug so casual it was worth capturing in portrait so other would-be slackers could study it for generations to come, "well have fun with that, try not to hurt yourselves, or more importantly don't hurt anyone else through rashness" he said, kicking up his feet. He wasn't one to answer a call unless it was actually deemed necessary, and they probably didn't want a half-drunk monk stumbling about trying to yank people out of the rubble.<br/><br/>Speaking of half-drunk, Kaisen didn't waste any time trying to fill in that other half. With a smirk he grabbed the entire pitcher of mead the servants had left out on the table, and started casually sipping from it as if it were his own personal mug. At the same time he would take a moment to actually sample the honey and bread that had been provided, "Mmm, the food here isn't bad actually..." he mused, finding at least one thing about the village he liked so far.<br/><br/>Kaisen wasn't familiar with the local nobility, why would he, but when the baroness came strolling into the inn he could tell from her posture that she was probably someone important, or at least someone who figured themselves important, "Eh? With you?" he mused, raising a brow at the greasy man, letting out a small sigh and giving a shrug, "sure why not? already getting jerked around all day anyways..." he muttered, fluidly kipping out of his chair with surprising grace given his level of alcohol consumption. Bending over the table the boy would stretch his back out like a cat, producing a satisfying cascade of pops and cracks, limbering himself up for whatever he'd be expected to deal with.<br/><br/>"well hello misfits, it seems fate draws us together once more" Kaisen announces as he strolls out of the baroness's carriage, "you know, strangest thing. As I was riding along I couldn't help but notice a distinct lack of sliding land and villagers in need of rescue..."  the young man mused, feeling like the others just might have jumped to conclusions a bit early. When he noticed the smoke rising up from the rubble of some blasted out building across the bridge the boy gave an impressed whistle, "wow, that is definitively not a landslide that caused that...wait, kobolds? did I miss something here?" he questioned, cocking his head at the baroness's offer, "I gladly accept your generous offer my dear lady. I assure you this matter will be thoroughly investigated" he cooed with a noble bow of his head, suddenly more than happy to join in on the heroics now that coin was on the table.<br/><br/>Acting as if he had never split from the party at all, he came up behind Istavan and rested an elbow on his shoulder casually, "Alright Clean Shave, what are we looking at here? Now I'm no expert, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume a group of kobolds probably don't have the capacity to blow up whatever used to be standing over there. Could it be possible that the kobs were just carrying out the job for a higher authority? The Orcish Alliance? The Faesian Dust cartels? No, obviously the orcs would send a group of their own to do their dirty work, and everyone knows dust dealers would never trust kobolds, not after the recent conflicts over the smuggling routes, there's just too much bad blood. No the conspiracy's gotta go deeper than that, why would kobolds ever use such shock and awe tactics in the first place? They're a rougish sort by nature, if they wanted to attack the town they'd want to keep the element of surprise, not fire off such a loud warning shot. Clearly they're being set up as a scapegoat, but by who? What kind of puppet master could be pulling the strings? Wait, maybe it was the Faesian's after all. They could carry out their plans and make their old enemies take the fall all in one fell swoop..." he proposed, trying to break down the matter like some kind of investigator. Of course it should be noted that most of the stuff he was talking about was pure nonsense, as well as the fact that despite how well articulated he was, the half-elf was clearly quite tipsy at this point, "Thanks Clean Shave, you've been a big help" the elf cooed, planting a chaste peck on the archer's cheek before turning back to the baroness "Miss I do believe I've cracked this case. I think at this point it's quite obvious that the kobolds aren't behind this, nor are they your biggest concern. It seems the Faesian Dust cartel is trying to make a move on this area and are sowing chaos to try and scare everyone off this land. With the village abandoned they can use the land to plant suckle leaf trees, naturally drawing in fairies from the surrounding area that they can then harvest for their fairy dust. This addictive drug sells for thrice it's weight in gold on the black market. In a single season they'd make enough money to buy up all this land and legitimize their claim to it, well before the royal army could properly intervene. And when that happens your village will be lost forever" he hypothesized, looking very proud of his deduction, "With that in mind, I think it's clear what our real course of action should be..."