<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/b9ZSOPVm.jpg)</div><strong>Jael Ansel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267317.msg13187156#msg13187156)</strong><br/>NG Half-Elf Inquisitor of Sarenrae 8 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1188345)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Breast plate glamered to appear as priestly robes.</div></div><hr/><br/>Jael looked between the carriage and those who were meant to be his companions for the ride, without comment as to the contest of wills being exhibited.  It was to be expected, though he had hoped for better – with tensions running high, cooperation would have been the best strategy.  Beneath the heavy hooded cloak, he touched the hilt of the sword that hung at this waist, more out of reflex than any real expectation of threat, though given such grim surroundings, he suspected he might well have to put it to use before he had finished his investigations here.<br/><br/>Beneath the sombre, travel-worn grey cloak, the flowing robes of a clergyman could be seen.  His left hand was gloved, keeping the peculiar<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">birthmark</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Trait:</strong> Birthmark<br/>Resembles Sarenrae's<br/>holy symbol</div></div>on the back of his hand away from prying eyes, whilst his right hand remained bare.  Jael could feel that the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spirit</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Feat:</strong> Possessed Hand</div></div>within was restless, which was perhaps unsurprising, given that this was a land were power of death was particularly strong.  Vague thoughts crossed his mind about slaying as many of the undead monstrosities as he could find, he reminded himself that he was here primarily for the benefit of his faith and order; to see that they were performing their duties and not using the faith of his goddess to cloak other activities.  A hard convulsion clenched his fist into a ball before he willed the restless spirit to rest.<br/><br/>The envoys were peculiar, and apparently had no love for the other, but this was a peculiar land with its strange laws, and there was no need to comment.  Though he kept his peace when the masked dragon and fiend-blooded began to jab at each other, he only intervened when Lydia began to join in.<br/><br/>"There is hardly any need for hostility at this point, let alone unkind words," he smiled diplomatically as he took a place at Lydia's side.  "I'm certain long journeys and interruption from our usual pastimes are to blame for our dour moods – I for one, merely wish to conclude this jaunt as quickly as possible.  I'm certain the same can be said for all of us, yes?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC (Diplomacy)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not sure if the situation calls for it, but Jael's trying to be diplomatic to keep everything smoothed over.  Roll result 32 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103227).</div></div><br/><br/>Although his manner was whimsical as though to indicate the matter was nothing of any real importance and should be overlooked, it was a smile that did not touch his eyes as he looked over all present.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC (Intimidate)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not aimed at anybody in particular, but merely to show that despite his congenial manner and wish to keep the peace, he should not be taken as someone soft and pacifistic.  Roll result 28 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103228)</div></div><br/><br/>Hoping that everyone would remain at least equitable, Jael opened the door to carriage and offered a hand to Lydia to help her in, before casting a glance as the two remaining men.<br/><br/>"Master Wizard?  Master Warrior?" he shot inquiring glances at Jasper and Aidan to see whether they would enter.