Lord Vei troops along behind Salvor his handsome angular face scanning about. Occasionally he stops and picks a flower or catches a beetle carefully selecting anything that looks uncommon. Each speciment is carefully folded into sheet of paper and these makeshift envelopes are stored away with the copious notes the lord has been taking whenever a few minutes of quiet time can be had.
When the party stops Lord Vei listens to the others. Your advice is noted Collurio. I trust in your judgement of your own woodscraft. I will stay behind for now, stealth has never been my forte
Master Vei waves his ornate Imperial standard to illustrate his point. Should you need me, just call
. Vei looks then to Salvor, obviously expecting the man to make the call for the non-imperial-citizens.
For completeness the Resolve asked for way back there: 1d20+10=12
no point trying to resist really.
Still to come Gift Basket. Finding the time to do all the rolls has been hard recently.