Shellshok smiles as he sees Jamgretor, he has that look. As if he smells chaos in the air and it needs to be dealt with swiftly and, with any luck, violently. He feels the Dryad within him wake up in anticipation.

“Morning, I am always ready, as you know, I assume we’re heading toward the noise. Noise is a good place to find lawbreakers, Yes?” Shell’ begins moving in the direction of the ruckus, He energizes the Eldritch Power within him, and fires off a Blast into the air, careful, regrettably, to avoid hitting anything living. “Well, everything is work’n this morning”

The Warforged approaches the group, looking for anyone being particularly unlawful.

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(1d20-1)[19] Even though it is pathetic, here is a spot roll.