Sandro considered his options. I already have a healing potion, so no need to venture into the crowded town... He debated asking his companions but they had already headed off to do whatever they were doing. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to pay tribute to Tymora! He fished out of a pouch one of the gold coins he recently acquired and tossed it into the air. As it flipped, he closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to Lady Luck for guidance. He heard the sound of the coin hitting the ground and opened his eyes to see the result.

Tails.

“Into the woods it is!” He picked up the coin and set off into the wild. “Mielikki, matron of the forests, please smile upon me today. Guide my eyes so I may spot what it is I should find.”

##Choose Option B, foraging

Although Sandro doesn't have a huge attachment to the law of the land (except when revering Tyr, of course), he does find it important to do all things in at least one god's name, following their values, and not wavering from that. He has the best intentions at heart, even when following the teachings of the more nefarious deities. Thus, with this strict code of honors and noble intentions, Sandro will be

##A, Lawful Good

Rodney @ 7/2/2021 22:06

Bonus #2 if Lavina is going to abandon us then I guess I need to align with another supporter ##align Pastor Sandor

Pastor Sandro had just returned from his (super profitable and in no way harmful) excursion into the woods when he noticed a figure he had seen earlier in the tavern. Sune has blessed this one, he thought, as he glanced at her fire-kissed hair. He gave a polite nod and was going to continue onward when he realized she was approaching him directly. His eyes brightened.

"Hello, I-" she began.

"Oh wow, I'm so glad you thought to come to me!" He couldn't hide his excitement. "I could tell there was something you were looking for, and you've come to the right place!" He swung his bag from off his shell, careful to not damage his precious guitar he used to entertain the youth, and began shuffling through some folded papers with all four arms. "Even in that dark tavern with all the commotion, I could tell you've been searching for something... more." He pulled a few from the rest and inspected them.

You're hot. How to appreciate beauty with Sune: Become closer to heaven Sune rather than latee" he read. Hmm.. not quite.

"Well I have just the thing for you, trust me, or my name isn't Pastor Sandro, or Sandor, or whatever..."

He glanced at the next pamphlet his hands had subconsciously pulled from the stack.

You're a wood elf trying to get more in touch with your roots. Let Rillifane Rallathil embrace you in his loving branches. He glanced at Faerora and saw pain in her eyes. Might be too much of a sore subject....

"I'm sure I have it here somewhere, hold on just a minute!" Come on, rule of threes, what have you got for me? He looked down.

So you were exiled from your community for your ambitions, turned to a life of thievery and crime, was trained by a dark fire sorcerer, outlived him, and are now searching for a greater purpose, and you wear a literal mask on your face: Mask, Lord of Shadows and god of thieves is here for you.

"Perfect!" He offered the pamphlet to her in one of his right hands and extended the other for a handshake.

##align Faerora

“No problem!” He called out after her. “We can even consider it stolen if you want!!”

The yin yang yang will ##choose C, walking.