He noticed at the corner of his eyes that the lizard rider and pale one where reacting. The first one ... well like one would expect of a madman, the other one ... somehow reminded him of a peacock, well a very gloom and dark one anyhow. His look is rather disproving although he has to smile, his lips read Please.
Then he turned towards the horseman again, his eyes
He sighs deeply. Any friendly feature he might previously have shown had vanished. "Your opinion of Saerb's citizens is of no interest and you are most ignoble to speak of them in such way. Nevertheless, we have no quarrel with you and I believe the city under good enough management to deal with the likes of you." His voice was again distinct, however this time sharp and short and almost threatening. With that the paladin spurs his horse slightly as to bring it to march, he would pass the caravan on the right side of the road, however he was ready for an attack and would bring the animal into a charge should the need be.
|If the man shows hostile action of any kind, charge with the lance |
Dice Roll: 1d20+4
d20 Results: 4 (Total = 8)
These dice were omitted, altered, or moved: 1d20+1
Original Dice: 1d20+1
Gerwin herself was a bit uneasy, she surely didn't wish to find herself on the horse if a fight broke out, or at least not in the first line. He moved with her horse backwards to be at the same hight as the gnome with the spirits and the man with the bow. For certain they would not be facing the dangers head on, like her husband.