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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24 / 24    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15    [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Township Thoroughfare
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Arrival and Introductions
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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[color=00aeef]“Pardon me, sir. A moment of your time?”[/color]

[color=d3d3d3]“Sorry mate, ain’t got anything,”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“No I wasn’t go-oh, never mind.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Madam, sorry to bother you. Could I just ask…no? Oh okay, too busy. Very well.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Please may I jus-ah well, excuse me then!”[/color]

Around, and around, the blue dragonborn went through the streets and markets trying to ask for some help. Blackberry had thought at least one person would’ve been able to help him out. But frustratingly no such luck, even those kind enough to stop and listen hadn’t been much help.

He found a bit of wall to lean against in an attempt to take a bit of weight off his feet for a moment, and cast his eyes to the clouds above for a sign he was on the right track. After searching the blanket of clouds that hid the sun he pondered that maybe the overcast weather was in fact the sign he wasn’t on the right track…

[color=00aeef]“Best not to entertain such thoughts.”[/color] He told himself with a deep breath to pull himself back off the wall.

Pushing back into the roving crowd of harried parents, tourists, and locals, Blackberry hunted the crowd for a friendly looking face. Being roughly a head taller than most of the humans in Avonshire this wasn’t too difficult itself, but what was difficult was his original problem of getting anyone to even speak to him; tourists had no idea what he was on about, and locals wanted nothing to do with him thinking he was just another tourist.

Suddenly, there was a commotion somewhere behind him and his gaze followed the rest of the crowd around him that had come to a rumbling halt, to stare at what was happening in the centre of a growing hole in the mass of people. Standing only one person behind the commotion he had the perfect view to see a human woman decked in stunning chain armour with an iron grip on a child's arm who, from the sounds of it, had been caught spying. Possibly spying on the armoured woman?

The poor boy looked scared enough to die on the spot, and Blackberry tried to take a step forward to intervene. But then the boy changed; his eyes reddened, his teeth appeared to grow, and even his limbs appeared to change shape as well.

[color=00aeef]“By the gods!”[/color] His breath caught in his throat.

The crowd around him gasped in horror, and reeled back in fear and revulsion when the boy slipped out of the armoured womans grip and sprang across the ground, through the parting crowd. The boy was far too low for Blackberry to see where he went. 

[color=d3d3d3]"What did you do to him?"[/color] A fearful cry.

The crowd shifted again to cast a furious gaze at the Armoured Woman, and Blackberry opened his mouth in an attempt to at least calm the people around him, but he needn’t have bothered as a woman he assumed to be an elf in a stunningly purple outfit arrived to defend the Armoured Woman (her companion?) and even quell the rising tension in the crowd with her words. From the sounds of it, she and the Armoured woman were working to help Avonshire and the offhand accusation from one of the townsfolk that [b]they[/b] had done something had understandably been a bit much for her. Backberry wanted to step forward then, seeing the Elven woman cover her face to hold back a the tears.

[color=92278f]"...Sherif Arbalest.."[/color]

Had his attention not already been hooked by the woman, her mentioning Sheriff Arbalest would have made Blackberry snap his gaze to her. Could it be? Could she know Sheriff Gregory Arbalest? Regardless, with the immediate worry of the crowd turning ugly now resolved he decided now was as good a time as any to get some answers.

He waited a few moments for the crowd to calm down a bit more before he stepped out and towards the pair. He kept his strides slow and steady to not upset his robes even as the wind around picked up for a moment. Blackberry knew his appearance could be a bit much for some so tried his best to look as non-threatening as possible;  calm smile, warm eyes, low and gentle tone of voice, the works.

[color=00aeef]“Pardon me. May I trouble you for a moment? I do apologise, as I can see that you have more pressing matters but I really must ask.”[/color]

Blackberry tried to keep his smile calm and friendly but he was aware of the twinge of excitement slipping into his voice.

[color=00aeef]“You mentioned a ‘Sheriff Arbalest’. Would that perhaps be Sheriff Gregory Arbalest?; I’ve been asking around the town for him but, unfortunately, without any luck thus far.”[/color]