Ursk stops dead in his tracks when he discovers the longbeard is, in fact, a dwarf. For those who notice, his expression rapidly shifts from surprise to relief, but then as Freddert speaks it shifts to...anger?
So...a master concerned for another master with barely a mention of the slaves who've gone to try to save him, dangling forth the promise of gold and riches but only for his rescue... not the others.
But Ursk keeps these thoughts to himself, having learned to hold on to and lock away his rage until he was ready to separate the masters' heads from their necks. The League may still be involved, and the slaves who went to rescue this master may still be alive. Maybe there's more to be learned. Let the tall folk talk. If this Master Blaine still lives, I can judge him when I find him.
He tries to adopt an affect of calm...but it's no use. His ruddy face turns beet red and his beard quivers as his jaw clenches. He takes a step or two back, letting the tall folk go front and center.
Bluff: 1d20-2 3
So...a master concerned for another master with barely a mention of the slaves who've gone to try to save him, dangling forth the promise of gold and riches but only for his rescue... not the others.
But Ursk keeps these thoughts to himself, having learned to hold on to and lock away his rage until he was ready to separate the masters' heads from their necks. The League may still be involved, and the slaves who went to rescue this master may still be alive. Maybe there's more to be learned. Let the tall folk talk. If this Master Blaine still lives, I can judge him when I find him.
He tries to adopt an affect of calm...but it's no use. His ruddy face turns beet red and his beard quivers as his jaw clenches. He takes a step or two back, letting the tall folk go front and center.
Bluff: 1d20-2 3
