Search the chests, grab the loot then try to walk past the guards and keep the head hidden..
"I was being facetious. Anyways I won't be talking for a bit, still need to get out."
Name:Atyr Tynge
Race: Elf : +1 to Dodge, Persuasion, and Ranged Attack, -2 to Block and Intimidation
Inventory: Leather Armor (+1 armor), Dagger: Always does double damage from stealth , short bow: +1 Attack to non-armoured foes, +1 Dodge, Contact Crystal, tree-speaker's head, tree speaker's robes
Perks: magicaly inclines(can lean spells)
Bio: A middle aged elf of thin proportions with dark hair and hazel eyes. He lived the life of a hunter respectfull of the forest like a propper tree humper.
Gold 90
You quickly rifle through the chests in the room.
[3] The first contains several other wooden trinkets, which you reckon are probably worthless.
[1] This chest is simply empty.
[2] A few chunks of wood, probably for the creation of more useless wooden trinkets
[10] A plain, brown tome sits in this chest, labeled:
Arya'kor vanl esh.
[Elven Knowledge] That translates roughly to 'Tree-Speaker's Methods' in common,
[Magically Inclined] and you can feel power pulsating from it.
You stash the book in your bag, and prepare to try exiting past the guards as casually as possible, in the hopes of getting a few seconds head start before they come after you. As you open the door however, you see all four sprinting down the road after who you assume must be a fellow co-worker.
"Ok nothing to make a fire with going to have to do this the old fashioned way"
Walk out to the road, Draw my sword and loudly scream that you bloody elves will pay for your crimes.
if 3 or 4 come to me run away and try to draw them away if only one or two come at me stand firm and attack them.
You stride bravely out into the middle of the road, sword in hand, and taunt the elves. They take one good look at you and come sprinting down the road toward you. You turn tail and run.
[2] But you stumble on the first step, falling flat on the road.