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Aha! So the snake-oil merchant didn't manage to hide! Koshu's gonna decorate him like a Christmas tree! Only more messy, because entrails.
Sense motive + favored enemy: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 2 = 12 Also, LOL.
"LIAR! Scoundrel! Thief!" Koshukhep charged after the unfortunate merchant, tossing wares to the side left and right in his rage. "My faith is unassailable! If I believed any harder, I would be a cleric, so help me Ra!" He picked up a canteen of crocodile's tears (the finest in the land!) and hurled it at the merchant's head. "For shame, dealing in false trinkets! Your soul weighs heavy on the scale! I'm going to beat you so hard, your ancestors will cry!"
It's like a bull in a china shop, if the bull was very dextrous and the china was primarily amazing curatives, guaranteed magical relics, and shiny, shiny charms for what ails you.