Nightflier's Return to Golarion

Game Master nightflier

Having grown up around the streets of Korvosa, and later entering into the military academy, this is hardly the first 'inappropriate comment' Zeltirina has been exposed to. As such, rather than the look of shock or anger Arnad expects, she barks out a laugh and leans forwards to speak in an amused tone, "You look as though you can barely get out of your chair, let alone handle either of us. I don't want your death on my conscience when your poor heart gives out from overexertion."

After speaking, she notes the look on her commander's face, and offers him an apologetic tilt of her head, hoping she hadn't overstepped.

Lorth starts to respond, going to his belt to retrieve a dagger... before catching the silent instruction on Arnad's face. He settles for carving a new spiral of Pharasma into his arm... all the while watching the corpulent gent with an unsettling grin on his face.

Intimidate (aid another): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

"Yeah, okay, okay... Gods, you don't have to be so damn touchy about your females! Chton prick me, you are as bad as Tamuri!" The man wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, leaving a greasy trail on his forehead. "Okay, I'm gonna get you horses - and good ones - but I need to see your money first!"

Tenobia, her face flush with the contained outburst of violence barely kept in check by Arnad's guesture, manages a grin that is at once amused and predatory as the man shivels as his manhood must have years before.

"Well, show me the money and you'll get the horses!"

"How much for the horse-flesh?"

I hate this kind of games... They just waste our time...

"Eighty gold for a horse."

Lorth leans in close to the corpulent gentleman "Damyan said that horseflesh would be provided by you, not that it would need be bought.... We have no patience for your greed.... and I doubt the Cockatrice Knights would look upon it kindly."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14 - to get a read on whether he is just being greedy, and if the threat of the Cockatrice Knights looking upon his greed unkindly is close to true

Look... we just want to do about our business and like my good friend here says, and before he goes rabid looking at Lorth Just give us the horses like we were supposed to get from you and there is no harm done... yet...

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Yeah, well, I do business with the Knights, but we have a saying in these parts: Love for love, but cheese for money - or, in this case, horses for money. I gotta make a living." He thinks for a moment. "But, if you don't have the gold, perhaps we can make some kind of a deal?"

"And what exactly would you have in mind"

Sense motive1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Arnad tries to determine the same thing as Lorth

Actions, guys?

Lorth is waiting for response to Tenobia's question - to know what task he asks of us.

"And what exactly would you have in mind"

"A woman is giving me problems. Now, there is a saying in these parts: When a man is giving you problems, remember - no man, no problem."

I knew it with a flare of anger in my voice There is always a catch! and looking at the fat man wishing my look would cut him down like a hot knife on butter... not that he doesn't look buttery already...

Zeltirina begins to frown at the corpulent man's insinuation, looking to Arnad for his leadership.

"We might be strangers here, but we are not stupid. What you ask from us is too much gold for a horse and you know it. Name your other price having that in mind."

"State yourself plainly, we have no interest in riddles. Are you asking us to kill this woman?"

"You must truly have no sense of self preservation."

"State yourself plainly, we have no interest in riddles. Are you asking us to kill this woman?"

I tire of this games As I start touching lightly the pommel of my sword.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

I'm pretty sure you can think of another errand that is actually worth the price of horses that you use as fodder for your menagerie anyway.

"Well, I may have asked a price that is a bit higher,but not that much higher. I am gonna speak plainly: I need a woman killed. You may pay the money for the horses, or kill the b~+!! - I don't care which. She is no saint, let me tell you, if that will make it easier on you. Now, what say you?"