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[h2][color=64520A][i][b]Daxos Ironbow[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=64520A]Dwarf, Rogue, Thief, Level [/color]05[/b][/i]
[color=64520A][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 43 / 43	[color=64520A][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 14	[color=64520A][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=64520A][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Southmoor
[color=64520A][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Pondering on what he's gotten himself into.
[color=64520A][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=64520A][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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[color=64520a][b]"Right, an’ thank ye, miss—ye’ve been of a help already,"[/b][/color] Daxos said, voice low and gravelly as he tipped an imaginary hat toward the clerk. [color=64520a][b]"We’ll mind th’ archives. Ain’t our way tae go rootin’ where we shouldn’t."[/b][/color]

[color=64520a][i]Records stoppin’ at a century… only humans an’ halflings… aye, that smells o’ someone scrubbin’ clean what they dinnae want found. If the Vineyard’s got rats big enough tae star in a child’s nightmare, that’s one thing — vermin an’ rot can do strange things tae a ledger. But two folk droppin’ the same day recorded as ‘disease’? That hangs like a bad stitch. Could be coincidence, could be cover-up, an’ cover-ups don’t stay buried if someone’s pokin’.[/i][/color]

[color=64520a][b]"As fer yer offer, lass—aye, I’ll come wi’ ye tae the Vineyard when ye head back,"[/b][/color] he said, shifting his weight so the limp eased the strain on a tired knee. [color=64520a][b]"Mebbe there’s coin tae be had, mebbe jus’ a warm bed an’ a roof fer a spell. An’ if there’s trouble—well—trouble finds me often enough without invitin’ it. I’ll keep eyes on the records an’ ears open. Ye ask Cecily, an’ I’ll keep a look out fer anythin’ that smells o’ lies."[/b][/color]

[color=64520a][i]Adventurers under one roof sounds safer than a lone dwarf in a vineyard, aye. But I’ve been runnin’ more than once for less than what skulks here. Best be ready tae move at a moment’s notice—keeps yer coin light, yer pockets lighter, an’ yer wits the heaviest thing ye carry. If this L’Rose business ties back tae somethin’ older, it’ll change how ye step in these parts. For now, we play the curious fools, ask polite, an’ take what’s offered. Then we vanish if the shepherds start askin’ too many questions.[/i][/color]