WoodrowLand wrote:

After his little joke Frances would turn around and walk back to Unit as he introduced himself. He then thought about what he said. "Hm...I have gave it some thought here and there." He said nodding and thinking. "True enough, there are many things that I have gained from this. Just that most folks aren't willing to give me a chance, well out side of Sigil anyways." He mentioned.

Frances would look at Unit for a second and then said "Though, hm, Unit001. I know that is the name of your father and/or mother, the ones who built you. But I think you should have more of a name then a label tag. You're obviously a conscience and though non-organic, you share characteristics of those living." He said then came up with an idea, it was something on the fly but he thinks it works. "Anyways Alpha, sorry for the short ramble. It is good to meet you."

"I have considered it, but being immortal I would have to live with a name longer than most beings, so it is not something I would choose lightly.  I also must consider my father who is...not to be crossed if one can at all help it, and since he is faculty I can't push him too far without risking expulsion.  I have to bide my time, but fortunately I have all the time in the universe."  Seeing the warforged scout posing as an orphan, Unit shakes his head.  Look what his people were reduced to, among organics.  What circumstance made him act as if he needed to beg for food, when he could do without?

TonyTempest wrote:

Rae says as an aside to Marty (and any classmate near enough, trying not to be heard by the kids).  "Wouldn't it be better t' offer t' buy the wagon and take th' booty back t' the dorms ourselves. Then we not be havin' t' trust these rapscallions." 

Marty glanced back at Rae.  "Might be safer in the short tern, but nothing's to prevent them from following and filching if we do.  Besides, I trust them to get the stuff to campus.  I'm just worried they might decide to work the crowd once the party starts."

She smirks at Artie's boldness.  "You got style kid."  She tussles his cat-hair and gives a scratch behind the ear. 

1d20+5 sleight of hand = (2)+5 = 7

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Frances would nod. "That's fair." He said then turned as Unit walked and loomed over the smaller warforged. Wait a minute something seemed off here. Frances would look over the 'young' warforged and couldn't help but think 'Why build a metal golem to be so young?' 

Unit kneels down, pushing back his hood to reveal his ghulra.  "Who am I, brother?"

"Dang.  Caught me."  She checked her own pouch.
"Unit, are you sure a warforged kid growing up in a Sigilian Orphanarium would know anything about... well anything else?"