[ Daud may no longer have a taste for hired assassination, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still know how to fight and defend himself. When the attack begins on the city in earnest, it doesn't take him long to take up a borrowed sword, but with the main attack well in hand, he's dispatched to check the perimeter. A few transverses is swift enough to get him there.
The orcs have already come through here, and the staff has fled or been killed. It's an unpleasant sight. He'll still do what he's been tasked, methodically searching every room. When he opens the kitchen door, though, it's to a jar chucked at his head.
Overall, Daud's seen better throws: without flinching, the tiefling reaches up to catch it before it can shatter at the floor, looking at the satyr that's thrown it with an unimpressed look. ]
under siege; let me know if this works!
The orcs have already come through here, and the staff has fled or been killed. It's an unpleasant sight. He'll still do what he's been tasked, methodically searching every room. When he opens the kitchen door, though, it's to a jar chucked at his head.
Overall, Daud's seen better throws: without flinching, the tiefling reaches up to catch it before it can shatter at the floor, looking at the satyr that's thrown it with an unimpressed look. ]
Peach compote isn't much of a weapon.