Perhaps Cillian had been listening to the rhythm of the city for too long, or perhaps attempting to overhear a conversation in a crowded tavern was too tricky a task, but whatever the reason, Cillian's attempts to learn more about the money changing hands proved to be futile. It was clear that information was being exchanged between the two groups, but whether it was the elf and the gnome giving information to the warrior-woman, or the reverse, he could not make out. Whatever the case, it intrigued him, and he had all but forgotten his pangs of hunger. Cillian had spent his life following things that intrigued him, and it had yet to steer him wrong. He hesitated, catching his own train of thought for a moment. It had yet to steer him 'too' wrong. Every scar told a story, and when your trade was stories, sometimes a close scrape was far more useful than an easy ride. 

	Cillian's internal monologue was cut short as the warrior-woman strode past his table, the mace that hung at her hip lightly knocking against the table itself as she passed. Jolted back to reality, Cillian could practically feel the thread of oppurtunity slipping through his fingers. Perhaps if Sylvaine was with him, he could ask for her to share her... unusual perspective, but a quick glance over to the bar told him that she was making no great haste in joining him at the table, still in conversation with the dishevelled dwarf. No, if he wanted to grasp this oppurtunity, whatever this oppurtunity was, he would have to do it on his own. For a moment, he felt himself teetering on a knife-edge, deciding which way to fall. He could seize the thread before it had slipped away entirely, or he could sit back and let it pass, waiting for Sylvaine to eventually return with a drink and a hot meal, whenever that might be. A ghost of a smile crossed Cillian as he considered the question. He had never been the type to let the oppurtunity for a good tale to pass him by, and even with his legs stiff from travel, and his throat dry, he was not about to change now. 

	Putting on his most friendly smile, and trusting that if he had been able to overhear the table, then they would be able to hear him, Cillian turned in his seat to face the elf and the gnome, leaning forward as he spoke.

[b]	"Greetings, friends. I do not mean to intrude, but I am Cillian Kindellan, a wandering bard, and I have indeed been wandering far. My travelling companions have been pleasant enough, but I am always eager for some... fresher conversation, and the two of you have the appearance of people that are worth knowing. If I can trouble you for your time, perhaps we could get to know each other a little?"[/b]

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Attempt to charm the unlikely pair (Charm) = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20615]5[/url] + 1 = 6
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