Ceoluulf slowly brought his hands up to the sides of his face, lowering the hood down over the back of his neck so that the stranger could fully see his face.  Something strange seemed to have come over it, the normally placid features beginning to fray at the edges.  To most the mottled gray skin would be alarming enough, but there was something beginning to seethe just beneath the surface that was far worse than any peculiar pigment.<br/><br/>"I have no coin,<em>stranger</em>.  That I left back at the bed, for I have no need of it where I'm going," he explained, slowly and deliberately.  "I go to worship, so unless you have words for my god as well I suggest you find someone with more wealth and patience than I."<br/><br/>There it was, a clear and malicious fracture edging its way up the side of Ceoluulf's lips, connecting with all the myriad scars etched into his flesh until the whole thing contorted into something resembling cracked granite.  It was something wholly bestial, but it was also the closest he'd come to a<em>smile</em>in many long days.<br/><br/>"Unless you, and whoever else watches your back and mine, wish to pay<em>me</em>with a bit of your blood?"<br/><br/>[Intimidate] 1d20+9= 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20110)<br/>[Initiative] 1d20+2= 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20121)