Caspian Rane Human Rogue 3
AC: 17, HP 22/22, Initiative: +10
Skills
Starred is Expertise
Athletics: -1
Acrobatics*: +7, Stealth*: +7, Sleight of Hand: +5
Arcana: +0, Nature: +0, History: +0, Religion: +0, Investigation: +0
Animal Handling: +1, Medicine: +1, Insight: +1, Survival: +1, Perception +3,
Deception: +4, Intimidation: +4, Performance +2, Persuasion +4
“A Farce” Caspian chuffs as he laments to his new found allies, “No satisfaction truly found, only a weak nobles attempt at keeping up appearances with his men.” He rubs his scarred forearms almost absent-minded. It is clear he has a series of old wounds faded and light crisscrossing his arms numbering close to a dozen. He clicks his tongue and nods his head at Kaspar as he returns. “Pistols are crass weapons for a duel, hardly any honor in pointing a muzzle and hoping for the best…” He shrugs in defeat, “Those lines you quoted, they seem familiar to me… Where did you learn it from?”