Curse of the Crimson Throne Location: Adventure's Guild

[James Brafin]

Kreag stands in the doorway, slightly less intoxicated, and grunts. Looking over the signs, he lays a thick finger on one. "BEER." If there is strong alcohol involved, Kreag is always interested. Sitting down, he belches and looks about.

Original Roll String: 1d20-2

1 20-Sided Dice: (2)-2 = 0

Perception

[James Brafin]

OoC: Faraday, the quest would entail stealing

for

the guild.
InC: “BEER!” Kreag shouts again, hammering the bar with an orcish fist. It’s hard to tell if he wants it or agrees with everyone’s desire to clear up the alcohol issue. Either way, he pulls out a few coppers and tosses them out. “Kreag hungry. And thirsty. You bring Kreag, yes?”

[James Brafin]

Kreag growls at the man behind the bar, but decides that killing him is not worth the trouble. Standing, he follows Lucien out the door and to the tavern.