[IC] The Plague of Tamor Town

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Adamas

Adamas gives Staar a smile, just before chaos ensures.

It seems several skillful people were around. Adamas knew very little about disease, but the others seem to know. He is especially taken back by the warrior next to him, curing the boy.

This is powerful faith!

Peaking outside, he tries to see the horse

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Perception (1d20+4)[13]

Then the fat man comes. Adamas tightens his grip on his maul and looks angrily at the man.

"Go up, Lardface, or I will carry you out of the room. Now! And I challenge anyone to stop me!"

Adamas looks at the others.

"So, clever and pretty people. And clever Master Ork but approximately as pretty as Trunksplitter. Lad goes to sleep. He can have my room. I go to town to help. Master Lory also comes. Wee miss lady Staar, wanna come to? We will have food for the road, be sure. I am excellent cook, you know.

Master Innkeeper! Please fill our waterskins and give us cheese, bread and meat for the road.

You miss Danica? You know disease. Perhaps you can come help?

You, Master clever Ork? Or Master Healer-Warrior?
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Adamas pauses in thought.

"I don't know Low customs. Should we tell the Chieftain of this town before we leave? Or his strongmen? Will we offend them if we leave?

And they have maps!"

he concludes happily. At last, something to do. He was getting soft here.