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: --- | --

Evening

Apparently, the 'blooding' earlier in the day had earned Sam some respect. Not wanting to arouse suspicion or gives the bandits the impression he thinks he's better than them (just asking for a shiv in the night), he accepts the invitation and goes out to join them for food.

Road

The walk through the woods isn't much different than any other walk through a city for Sam, in his casual gait. He perhaps has too much daydreaming as well, for being in a hostile forest full of monsters, often lost in space looking at the trees as they pass. And apparently thinking forests are cities is a common problem for dragonblooded, as they come upon a local beggar.

"Huh," Sam mouths to himself, face a mixture of concern for the old drake and confusion. "Scuse me. Why are you begging out here in the woods? Do uh, do the bandits often give you change?"