A Rude Awakening

[Khayman the Wanderer]

Not mister, friend Cutter, but Sir, Khayman corrected the elf with a respectful bow of his head to the Kobold, it was his inspirational tones that lifted our spirits and fighting prowess in the last fight, and it does indeed appear that you have inherited a troupe of hearty warriors to aid your cause. When everyone is finished eating, I suggest we follow our newfound friend to this town of Sandpoint. Already gathering up his things, the old rogue stood and walked back to where the corpses laid strewn about, the rush to check this new place out, he'd forgotten to look over the bodies for anything that might aid them. 

Searching the bodies of the Stalkers: 1d20+9 16