Sense Motive [1d20+1] = 2+1 = 3
Nacesh nodded at the seemingly innocent benevolence of the magistrate. Whatever his plans were to remain his own, his precious.
Upon retrieving his spear and heeding the Magistrate's advice to store it he thought about the possibility. Storing an oversized walking stick? Finally, he removed his backpack, fastened the spear to the side the best he could, and equipped the backpack again.
Upon listening to the story about the armoury he asked,
"So the smith is under arrest but his son still runs the place?"
(OOC - that's how I understood when you mentioned his son)
Agloval's fate was of little concern to the spearman, at least, much less of a concern than those that shared his fate of being sucked into a violent world. Risking all their lives in an attempt to free him? Sounded like futility. Even if the party of meager dabblers, everyone of their own arts, would be able to achieve a feat like overthrowing a tyranny here, what for? Nacesh felt like leaving plane of existence for good, so he showed even less interest in local politics than in Cantus, which, on the other hand, was not much, either.
Still feeling indebted to this questionably benevolent magistrate, he silently followed the others around. He could feel that Mil was scared. Scared of losing safety due to his master's own uncertainty. So he shuffled carefully through the food, picking something that sounded like a nice treat for the lizard, and fed him, not really paying attention on what the rest are about.
Nacesh nodded at the seemingly innocent benevolence of the magistrate. Whatever his plans were to remain his own, his precious.
Upon retrieving his spear and heeding the Magistrate's advice to store it he thought about the possibility. Storing an oversized walking stick? Finally, he removed his backpack, fastened the spear to the side the best he could, and equipped the backpack again.
Upon listening to the story about the armoury he asked,
"So the smith is under arrest but his son still runs the place?"
(OOC - that's how I understood when you mentioned his son)
Agloval's fate was of little concern to the spearman, at least, much less of a concern than those that shared his fate of being sucked into a violent world. Risking all their lives in an attempt to free him? Sounded like futility. Even if the party of meager dabblers, everyone of their own arts, would be able to achieve a feat like overthrowing a tyranny here, what for? Nacesh felt like leaving plane of existence for good, so he showed even less interest in local politics than in Cantus, which, on the other hand, was not much, either.
Still feeling indebted to this questionably benevolent magistrate, he silently followed the others around. He could feel that Mil was scared. Scared of losing safety due to his master's own uncertainty. So he shuffled carefully through the food, picking something that sounded like a nice treat for the lizard, and fed him, not really paying attention on what the rest are about.
