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[/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sup][h2][color=#932828]Wager[/color][/h2][/sup]
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[sup][color=gray][b]AC:[/b] 15[/color][/sup]
[sup][color=gray][b]Hit Points:[/b] 17/17[/color][/sup]
[sup][color=gray][b]Feature used:[/b] N/A[/color][/sup]
[sup][color=gray][b]Spells:[/b] Eldritch Blast, Mage Hand, Thaumaturgy, Charm Person, Hex[/color][/sup]
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[sup][color=gray][b][u]On body[/u]: Leather Armour, Daggers (hidden), Hollow Statuette/Arcane Focus (hidden), Dice Set

[u]In backpack[/u]: Scholar's Pack [/b][/color][/sup]
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Wager bowed, arguably with a little too much flare, as the door opened to reveal an old man. His clothes were at odds with the state of his face, and the tiefling couldn't help but wince at the sight of his wounds. Someone'd had a rough night - and for once, it wasn't him. 

Behind the bruised man sat the source of the wailing, still unable to dry her tears. [color=#932828]"The Brewmonts,"[/color] Wager repeated with a hum and a nod. At the mention of a grandson, the tiefling's eyes swept across the - decidedly grandsonless - room, and his brow quirked. [color=#932828]"Fond of the mountains, you say? Surely not so much he'd be [i]there [/i]at this hour. Why, children - and [i]adults[/i], might I add - ought to be asleep by now!"[/color]

His gaze focused back on Lord Brewmont's bruised face, but his cheery tone didn't match the concern in his eyes. [color=#932828]"So, pray tell, where [i]might [/i]he be?"[/color] [/color]
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