The frail man stood at the call for volunteers, and hobbled over, hunched over in fear and exhaustion. There was another goal to his hunching over, his looking at the ground. As he passed Travok he spoke, under his breath, his mouth hidden by his posture.

"Stick with me." It was a whisper so quiet Travok may not have even understood if he hadn't been so close, and with that, he moved on as the guards opened the gate to let out those who'd volunteered to join the prisoners in tow.


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Frail man stealth check - success - http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/206
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