Last week I drew Immaryl bargaining with Aleena, our party's healer. Well, this week's session started off with Ims waking up, purchasing a bunch of pickles from the half-wit half-orc NPC he's befriended, and picking up his tailor-made 'Dark Mage but for Good' outfit.

The party paladin pointed out that no matter how 'good' Immaryl is, dressing like a dark mage might just lead strangers to assume he's a dark mage.

But Immaryl had it covered. To gather information in Beliard, he rolled his pickles up to the center of town and lit into a hella sales pitch with a performance check. "Pickles so good it's a sin!" "I was an aasimir until I bit into one of these spicy pickles!" "HAVE YOUR TASTEBUDS HURLED THROUGH HELL FOR ONE COPPER, MORTAL!"

It went really well and now, the yokels just think he's the eccentric tiefling kid with the cute sales pitch. No one suspects a thing, surely!