<strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Market Yard<br/>Oleg's Trading Post</strong><br/><br/>"The kobold tribe will tide."<br/><br/>Grolo stood in the thick of the mess.  The group of chartered adventurers, a promising lot of bruisers if he'd ever seen one, had taken up the discussion immediately, not even pausing to exchange names.  They stood around a collection of crates and barrels, empty containers that had been hauled into the center of the fortified post to provide a sort of crude barrier between the open dirt and the outdoor tables.  Grolo himself had immediately pounced atop a sturdy looking barrel, leaving his pack and bow on the chill ground.  From here, he was of height with most of the others.  Perhaps they would take him a bit more seriously?<br/><br/>As the others turned to look at him, Grolo automatically introduced himself.  "If you had not already glanced at the charters, I am Grolomnik Feyseeker, master raconteur and an Artisan of the First Tongue."  His voice was surprisingly deep for a gnome, and it thrummed with a captivating power.  His was the sort of voice needed by any sort of bard who sang or spoke, a voice that could perk ears across the room and silence a raucous tavern, laced with mirth and bridling with untold potential.<br/><br/>The gnome gave an ornate flourish, twirling his walking stick and bowing so deep he must have been staring at his shins.  When he rose, he gave the others a winning smile.  "But you may call me Grolo."<br/><br/>With a sudden jerk, he stood stiff and rapped the butt of the stick against the top of the barrel thrice:<em>tunk tunk <strong>tunk</strong></em>!  "Now, these kobolds," he said solemnly, leaning on his stick.  "They seem a suspect lot.  So quiet, and now so aggressive.  Why is that?  I have always said that those who are so short cannot be trusted!  Investigating this would surely be a bombastic start to our little adventure, but the wiles of the fey will prove much more interesting than dodging their pointy sticks I think, yes?"<br/><br/>As he finishes, Grolo leans back folds his arms behind him, jamming the walking stick against the lip of the barrel and propping himself up on the butt.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grolo Feyseeker<br/>Level 1 Gnome Bard</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/><em>Discussing with his fellows.</em><br/>HP: 11/11<br/>Subdual: 11/11<br/>Hit Dice: 1d8<br/>Init: +3<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +2<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +1<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 13<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 9<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: -1<br/>Ranged: +3<br/>Carved Shortbow: 1d4 - 2 , 20 arrows  <br/>Quarterstaff: 1d4/1d4<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 2/2<br/><br/><strong>Bardic</strong><br/>Bardic Performance: 8/8 Rounds<br/></div></div>