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Iscind

Iscind, ill-at-ease without her shield-brother by her side remains tensed for trouble. Not knowing but best place to investigate next she remains silent and alert.

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Glad to be out in the fresh air, she follows quietly, observing all, as was her nature. She didn't understand the voices around her but she did understand their tenor. A small determined figure she lets those more knowledgeable about this place determine their pace and destination.

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Checks her weaponry, "I am ready to face this thing." Though in truth she liked to study a quarry for a time before striking, time however won't allow her normal precautions.

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Iscind gives the kender a steady look before retrieving her perfume. She dabs a bit on her neck before replacing it back in her pack.

A bit frustrated at the cold trail, Iscind joins the others in returning to the tavern and in response to Merrick's question, "We did detect two sets of tracks, one following the other, though the two did not travel together. I think one stalked the other and the trail ran cold once we reached ...

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"Either a shoppe or a teacher," Iscind says looking up at the sign. "Yes, the hiding one was followed, but I am not clear what happened after," she looks around expecting to find blood.

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Grins at Gregor, "You have a good eye sir," before squatting down to examine it and the surrounding area closer.

Skill Check: [1d20]=11

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"Have our paths ever led us anywhere else?," Iscind says with a snicker, "Right it is then. Watch your step, you have a habit of always finding trouble and then dragging me into it."

Skill check: [1d20]=3

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Iscind nods and follows Esker, ever watchful and not nearly as confident as he that they will find something.

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Silently follows Esker up the hill. Once there, she scours the area with her eyes looking for tracks or something amiss though this strange city seems to be unknowable to her.

Tracking Skill Check: [1d20]=19

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Iscind sighs raising the mug and draining it dry, "Sorry but this mug is more interesting than your mug. Let go check out the scene of the crime." Perhaps she has drank a smidge too much as she looks the scene over.

Tracking check: [1d20]=20

Iscind The small blonde woman rises, hand on the hilt of her sheathed longsword, "Tis a kind offer of enchantment Elsa, but I have no need of it. My blade is named Munnin's Talon, for one of the All-Father's ravens and it is magical. It was forged by Frode Moonscar and tempered with the blood ...

Iscind Spying Esker's return she thinks well the tomcat has found his way home. As the boy's words are translated for her she responds, "Tell him if there is anything Esker and I can do to help we will do so." Happy to volunteer Esker, she looks to him, "Perhaps we should visit the s...

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"A trap might just be the thing with this group the culprit would be in for quite a fight. I'll speak to Esker about it when he returns," Iscind remarks toying with a lock of her hair, like a cat playing with a piece of string.

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...The Plot Thickens... Iscind arches a brow at what Elsa says, "She may well be. She could be in terrible danger. I hope she is not alone wherever she is." Iscind resolves not to cut her hair anytime soon.