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Tamarack wormed his way through the gathering crowd to materialise at Saxan's shoulder. Commotion was like a magnet for the young half-elf and he broke into a wide grin as he watched the two purple-faced nobles bicker. His expression soured only slightly as he watched Durwith hand the pouch back to its rightful owner. [i]What a goodie two-shoes...[/i]

He ducked under Saxan's massive arm as the dragonborn greeted his friend, and weasled his way into the center of the circle. Turning to the priestess with twinkling eyes he made a slight half-bow. His fingers twitched: incurably nosy, he was desperate to read that note. Stepping forwards, he swept one hand backwards in a grand gesture to encompass the inner circle of onlookers (the aforementioned do-gooder dwarf, Saxan, some kind of nervous cleric Saxan seemed to know, and a haughty looking bald man).

"This is is so much for you to handle on your own, sister. Let [i]us[/i] help you out."

Although he had included everyone in his grand gesture, the only person he actually knew was the grizzled dragonborn. Friends in childhood, Tam and Saxan had been travelling together for several months, ever since Saxan had bailed him out of a jail in Upper Poggs. The words and the hand gesture had, in fact, been intended to serve only as a misdirect. With his other hand Tam made a sly grab for the note.


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Attempted to grab the note from the Priestess. Slight of hand check: [color=orange]7[/color]

[i]Rolled a 3 - getting off to a good start![/i]
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