Noran Bursk | HP: 60/60 | AC: 21 | Touch: 12 | Flat-footed: 18
Conditions
Stance: Island of Blades (All allies flank from any adjacent space)
Disguise: Middle-class, Middle-age, Half-elf, Farlsteadian merchant
Concentration: n/a
Noran hops from his bed with intense energy and purpose. He quickly performs his morning hygiene and grooming rituals, he stares into the mirror as he ensures each strand of hair is properly placed, and each pleat of his robes is sharply creased. Finally satisfied that every facet of his appearance is perfect, he smiles at himself and nods, turning slowly in place so as admire the totality of his handiwork.
Then he sighs heavily, as he watches a handful of minor wrinkles creep out from the corners of his eyes, his aging continues as the lower lids puff and sag while a few tiny blemishes emerge on his cheeks and forehead. His clothes become muted, still of quality make, but far less opulent, resembling those of the many merchants he interacted with yesterday.
Transformation complete, he gathers his belongings and slides quietly out into the hall to rejoin the others. "So. What's the plan then? It appears our destiny lies moreso in Zana's host. But, the question becomes, are we to ingratiate ourselves first with the venerable Madame Djergurn herself, or probe about amongst the masses."
Actions
Asssume new disguise
OOC
d20 Rerolls (1)