A paladin in Freehaven

The merchant in the Mage shop has a bit of information for him (PM sent)

The large man makes no attempt to hide his movements. He walks straight in to Free Haven, not slowing once or taking any breaks. He just makes a steady trek to the place and then goes dirctly to the Mage shop. Once there he hands the Merchant a list. He stands waiting not answering the man's small talk as the merchant gathers the supplies. After dropping a bag of gold on the counter he picks up the supplies and heads directly out of town returning to where he came from.

Not able to hide himself, Amasur would still follow him close, when and if the man turns to him he would merely talk.

- Please you have my honor word I have no ill intention towards you, but I really must talk with you sire.

If this happens the paladin would try to take the best visibility possible of the man face to see if matches the man he seeks.

The man does not slow or turn. He simplely holds his package and walks out of Free Haven into the desert. If Amasur tries to start a conversation with the man he does not respond or even make any verble sounds, he just walks.

The man walks into the badlands and heads southwest away from Free Haven and the Undead and towards the central Hills.

As evidently the man doesnt want start a conversation or pay any heed, Amasur shrugs, still keeps following him close - sooner or later he will have to give atention to him, thinks the paladin. As they make their way away of Freehaven, if the man still does not want give atention to him, he would say.

- Sir, I came from far only to meet you.

Choosing when no one is close he would add very audibly to the men.

- The pendant chose you, you cant turn your back to us.

There is no reaction to his words. The man continues his path.

- Milord, please listen to me, I beg you.

*the templar would try to grab the man shoulder with his left hand*

As you grab the large man something feels odd. The body is harder then you would expect and complete unresponsive to your attempts. If you grab onto the robe your just dragged along with him as he walks.

//no other players may post or RP happening to be wondering the hills please.

*the paladin is really atonished by this reaction and the impressive strenght, he releases the man as gets dragged by him*

- Lathander light! Wich sorcery is this? Oh glorious one what shall I do?

*the paladin finally makes a decision, he will be noticed one way or another. With a mighty tug he attemps to remove the hood to look at the man face.*

By grabbing the robes and forcibly pulling them the Hood is pulled back revealing a head made out of clay. The creature continues on not pausing a step carrying the supplies he purchased.

*Amasur relaxes and let the clay creature go to whoever is its mage master; the aasimar shrugs as this thin light of hope disappears, but than remenbers the words of the seller, that at least at first was a man, Amasur follows now the clay creature from a safe distance but keeping eye contact. He decides to delay more his travel to Myth Drannor, intended to meet with Dawnlord Cleophus.*

((Much thanks specters for the fun... Assuming this ends here for now of course... But...))

Will send pm.