Yhrashnal

"None." This answer, at least, can be given immediately. Yhrashnal follows this with silence up until they reach their lodgings and he confirms, as best he can, they are not being observed.

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Listen Check: (1d20-5)[-1], Survival Check to search using his Scent ability (1d20+6)[15]


Once he does so that 'Samurai' makes a transition from entirely silent to merely reticent. "If you judge this place to be lacking then take action as you see fit. Another is currently taking action here. His work need not be our own. Besides that...mortals Fast in the wake of tragedy. After the death of a commander. Upon losing brethren. Even mortals can survive weeks without food.

The filth you are containing is unnecessary." To this Hound-Fiend Donovan is a colorful collection of horrid stenches somehow worse than typical mortals; a waterlogged undead is one thing but such a creature filled with rotting and fermenting mortal-fare is an entirely different abomination to someone who sees with his nose as much as he does with his eyes.

"We are to prepare this land. We stymie the loss of clever minds and force weapons into strong hands. We purge the undesirable ones until legends of cruelty force the rest into action. Filter out the weak, leaving only people with the will to fight and the talent to win."