https://i.imgur.com/cVnpd70.png Senna
Human Arcana Cleric
AC: 19 HP: 61/61
PP: 17 PIv: 12 PIs: 17
Conditions: -
Concentration: -
Senna shoots Sam a dirty eye as he instantly agrees to whatever trouble they might have. We....uh...have a bit much on our own plate. But we can hear them out. Truth be told, we could use a few friends in town for our own troubles. But I cannot promise we can spend much time on it. Senna takes a small pause to gauge the room before adding:
How are the MINERS doing? I refuse to adress them as 'slaves'. This is not what they are nor what they should be referred to by the official guard of Baldur's Gate. she simply adds. Senna wasn't trying to be abrasive or assertive, but this distinction bugged her all the way here. And if that much time has passed, has there been a result in investigating where the Iron Poison came from? The best we could figure out that it was some sort of alchemical concoction and not magic. And an operation of that scale that does not originate from a wizard is bound to leave traces.