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"OF COURSE!" Over exaggerated hand gestures.

"If I win, I can grab some of that tar." He points to the bucket.

"What would you be interested in?"

If Nocturno can get to the front, and make his way through he will help clear. If that is what the plan will be.

He will test the guard in elven.
"Hello! Care for a game of dice?"

"Huh, streets seem clean enough. Guess the sign is working."

He will continue a loop around to see if anyone is in the shack.

Language Check: [1d100]=73
Glorp

Can he understand the sign?

He will casually walk past the door trying to get an angle to see inside.

If anyone tries to stop him, he will play into the misconception that he is a kid.

IE
"Sorry mister!" or some such.

OOC: Really, lol really, that isn't interesting at all. :OOC

"Focus, Focus Pyros." He says to himself.
He will make notes of that boat, to mention to the group later.

He will keep on his way to get the Tar.

He will head to get this supplies, then try to slip back into the group when done.

Chainmail pouch, flammable tar or sticky oil for the bullets, and some rendered fat to lube his filters and the chainmail?

Nocturno will shake his head in agreement.

"Wonder what is going on up ahead."

"I wonder what Rattle's occupation was before being a scout?" Jag muses out loud internally.

"It's funny I feel the same buy opposite. The openness, the breeze, the rustle of the leaves. Being compacted below these tons of stone and soil are so foreign to me. Let's hope he isn't leading us into an ambush of his kin." The High Elf can't help but still be a bit suspicious of the Dr...