https://66.media.tumblr.com/dcee0e7d...9twyo1_540.jpg Grok
Dwarf Paladin 7
AC: 9 HP: 43/77 PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
HD: 7/7d10, Conditions: none
In the prison, Grok tests the metalwork of the bars, checking the quality of the construction and of the forging, before settling down in an effort to treat his mostly sealed bloody wounds.
He ignores the guards, simply waiting, and assessing whether an escape would be needed, and hoping that Blazan would be all right, and not too worried as he waited.
Finally, the group of combatants are brought out, and Grok follows along, still clad in his dwarven finery. In the office, he looks the man over., taking in his lack of practical armor and weapons, his poorly managed sad excuse for a beard, and the scar across his face. Still, he listens to the paper pusher as he explains.
After the elf finishes her explanation, Grok nods, and speaks next. While his voice remained it's gravely self, he also speaks at considerably more length than before. "Same here. Directed, before I could look into the group that assaulted my people's hold. Probably the same group. The assassins would know, and would talk if asked properly. Are they available?" He pauses, and shifts the topic of the conversation. "As for the attack, first thing I knew were the screams, and I barely had time to grab a weapon before an assassin was attacking me. I fought to disable because dead men tell few tales, but they sank the boat. Did they spin any useful tales?"
Spoiler: OOC