<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Wynne_Dhoesone_01.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Wynne Dhoesone</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>27 / 27;<strong>AC</strong>14;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str -1, Dex +5, Con +1, Int +1, Wis +0, Cha +8<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 60;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>12,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>12,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>13<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Actions/Greeting directed to all; Specific dialogue towards Sarek<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Wynne's first plan was simple -- run. He could send a letter once he was a few towns away about what 'charity' work took him away. The Baroness was clever enough to anticipate it and interrupt Wynne while he was stuffing clothing and valuables into a bag. She showed Wynne exactly where he learned his tricks, kindly talking him into a corner where he had no choice but to 'agree' with her plan. He never had a choice, and that was clear to him, even when they nicely talked about how beneficial this would be for the both of them. His mother didn't keep a tight leash on him, she let him grow and explore, and he was stronger for it, but she was still his mother and a wise Baroness. He knew to trust her when she demanded something of him -- even if this particular situation sounded incredibly tedious.<br/><br/>Many attribute Wynne's luck or silver tongue to how he has survived so long, but to Wynne, it was his ability to see the bright side of things. He turned this obligation into a boon, how he had with every string of chaotic obligations that got him to this point. After a bit of sulking and pouting, he got back to the shell game that was his life; shifting around assets and favors until the majority of them were stable. Well, stable for the few days he needed before he was out of reach anyway. One major benefit of the Stolen Lands is that very few would bother chasing him there, no matter what treasure, secret, or completely made up magic power he had promised them.<br/><br/>The face and reputation he'd earn serving 'bravely' for his noble family could be cashed in for a lot of credibility in the future, and he started cultivating that right away. Where he typically avoided the Dhoesone crest, he was now wearing it boldly on his (reversible) cloak, chest, and even on his belt buckle. His 'noble mission' was used to curry discounts for 'supplies', and to woo otherwise elusive partners for 'one last romantic rendez-vous.' There was very little<em>real</em>preparation done for a journey into the Stolen Lands; for Wynne, the mystery of the Stolen Lands made it impossible to plan for. Or maybe just because he'd rather spend his time having 'last meals' at expensive restaurants and 'last fucks' at expensive brothels.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Wynne wasn't involved in planning the banquet, but he did make one demand of a couple of servants who were setting up the hall. He ensured that his 'chair' up at the Baroness' table would still be present, despite him sitting with Sir Arawn Avan.<br/><br/>Wynne was dressed prim and proper for the meal; Dhoesone crest proudly on his chest and cloak. He approached the table last, but paused a few steps away as he looked over the assembled crowd. Eyes darted to each of them, gears in his head clearly turning. A brief glance to the exit before he turned back and regained enough to composure, once he assumed this wasn't an intervention or an ambush. Everybody at the table had met him before, and while he always had a 'noble air' to his clothing, it always seemed like he was wearing something second hand; scuffs and frays that came from a rough life that the fine clothes weren't made for. He kept perfect posture and a soft smile through taking his seat and joining in the toast. The 'ruse' didn't last long, given Wynne's instinct to finish his entire drink as part of the toast, even with fancy wine.<br/><br/>It was the start of the flush in his cheeks that came from a fun buzz, and he let it relax him as the others introduced themselves. Wynne ran into a lot of characters in his travels, but the table was an assembly of some of the most interesting. The introductions helped him put together the memories, nodding to himself when the clarity didn't make him<em>think</em>any of them had a reason to kill him. He was happy to see each of them, and the serendipity of the meeting was difficult to address verbally, but a contagious grin and a nod was given to each to acknowledge he recognized them, at least. He gestured to himself as it got to his turn, "I'm Wynne Dhoesone. It's good to see you all again."<br/><br/>Sarek's comment got a laugh that might have been better restrained behind the grin if it wasn't for the alcohol, "I think that's my line. I mean, I do live here." The refilled wine glass proved to be a better way to keep his amusement restrained. Though he could barely finish a sip before he gestured with his glass towards the Baroness, "That's my mother, by the way." He didn't explain exactly why that detail was potentially interesting for Sarek. Regardless, he certainly didn't seem upset.