The Hand You've Been Dealt.

The Hand You've Been Dealt.

During the festivities of Elturel he found one of the quieter gardens of town with a large tree shading a grassy area and put his back up to it, resting for a time.

He recounted what he had learned about his companions. Their strengths and weaknesses. Like any hand of cards, you had to know what you hold, and how to play them. Right now the group was naive, untrained and out of unison. He included himself in this analysis, of course. A hand of cards is stronger when there are pairs, or three of a kind.

He had discovered that Stedd, the thief that he'd met in Greenest but a tenday ago has also ties to Baldurs Gate. A father and a niece. His criminal inclinations had sent him to that cursed town. I really should just teach him how to play cards properly. There are legal forms of robbery that are just as lucrative as the real thing.
He was a wild card. An uneasy draw that could tip the hand in the opponents favour. Or, turn certain defeat into victory.

Mikarro, the Dragonborn. Conflicted, confused and dangerous. He's spent years of his life devoted to a god that he lost faith in at the first sign of trouble. Only to have some other power take up his cause for peace.
Godtouched, he thought. Had to be to have that kind of luck. Virgil reminded himself to keep his extra curricular activities away from the lizard's attentions. His kind of nativity was so very, very dangerous. On the battlefield however, Mikarro was an unrelenting force. His conviction evident as he strides fearlessly into battle.

Lirra, the entitled. Heiress to the prestige of one of the greatest fighting academies the sword coast had ever known. Arrogant, proud and angry. A bad combination but there is a fragility to her now that Virgil saw. The revelation that her brother had been granted a family heirloom is the reason for her being out here in the thick of this mess he deduced.

These two were his first pair in the hand. Their worth as a pair would have to be worked on.

He stood up from his shaded spot under the tree and adjusted his new wide-brimmed hat. With a thought he altered its colour and that of his clothes, changing his face to something else. As he'd done a dozen times already today.

He thought he'd take in a play. It had been some time since he'd seen any kind of theatrics other than his own.

He left the garden, turning down the street and blending in the townsfolk as easily as if he'd lived here all his life.