Cheerful Sam
Half-Dragon Warlock | Imp Familiar
AC: 12 HP: 39/39 | AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10|14 PIv: 15|10 PIs: 11|13
Conditions: --- | --

Sam spends much of the trip lounging - or perhaps brooding - in the wagon and shuffling his cards idly. When they encounter a Fist patrol, Sam tucks away his cards and slides out the back. It's his plan, after all, so he should probably take some responsibility for it. Grepha remains behind, perched on the wagon.

Strolling up after Caelyn gives them the letter, he waves to each of them. "They call me Cheerful Sam - and if it makes you feel better, you can pretend Cheerful is my first name," he jokes with a wink. "We were able to track down one of the messengers for the bandits plaguing the roads, and he revealed their hideout. Mostly at least. They move around often in the same area. Buuut," he shrugs, "There are too many for us to handle alone, you see. Some of us might be able to infiltrate and sabotage the camp's defenses, but we're gonna need help with actually taking it down."