Back to Town Okay Ed, you take some studded leather. Mark, I'll assume you're... putting on the studded leather. And wielding one of those broadswords. Don't get illusions of grandeur- you're not yet a level 2 fighter there buddy. Both of you now look like Grito guards that just had the shit beat out of you by owlbears or something. Ed, you can't wear studded leather. Unless I guess you want to de-stud it.

The guard watches you put on the other guards' armor and kind of blinks.

BROGG: Share a smoke buddy?
GUARD: ...
GUARD: Uh sure, what the hell.

[He lights one up for you and hands it to you.]

GUARD: Hey, thanks for helping out with those owlbears. You guys the new recruits I'm guessing. Take it easy. Don't work too hard there.

[The guard looks at you guys walking off in the other guards' armor, with the dead guards around him. He then looks around with kind of a worried look on his face.]

GUARD: Hmm...

Okay, then you head down back to Grito and go to the Griffon's Claw. Mark, you gradually stop scintillating. Also, the Charm seems to be wearing off... your memory is kind of foggy, and you remember thinking at the time you really needed those potions. Weird. Dave, you still reek like piss. You head on into the Claw and get a few pints.

By the way, I kind of like having the title of my DM posts be somewhat more descriptive than 'Rob' so you know what's going on in this part of the game. But if it's easier to read I can do the Rob thing. Any naysayers or ayers?

Oh yeah, and Dave? Roll a d6...

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