PartyOfRouges ICewind Dale

[Lord of Gifts]

Alaric Stormborn AC: 17 | HP: 16 | Current: 16 | Hit Dice: 1d12 Passive Perception: 14 | Passive Insight: 12 Rage: 2/2 Active Effects: None Conditions: None

As Alaric arrived in the Dale, all he heard was talk of murder. Suspicious eyes seemed to follow him everywhere, and the constant oppressive darkness did nothing to ease the tension. Eager for a drink to soothe his nerves, and some concrete information on the situation, he headed over to the nearest tavern.

The innkeeper was hardly friendly, but served his ale without issue. Surveying the room, Alaric noticed the gathering crowd, and the dwarf whose stare seemed more meaningful than most. He strode over confidently to join them, drink in hand. "Do you have any other theories?" he asked, gesturing at the drunk rumourmongers as he addressed the dwarf.