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"Then Onye Dawon will inform Shira that when someone is murdered on the ship and Shira lies about cleaning pots all night, it makes them suspicious," he says bluntly.

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craft alchemy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

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"Well..." Aurora interjects, hands caressing the symbol of the Princess of Plagues that hangs from her neck, "you must admit that you weren't washing the pots as you claimed, the evidence on that count is overwhelming. So why don't you tell us what you were doing?"

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Djahan looks at the cook with a stern gaze after his disrespectful comment.
intimidate : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

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But especially the ghostly phantom is not amused.
“Be careful … “
intimidate : 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

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Djahan looks completely flabbergasted at Shira's revelation that she has poisons onboard the ship.
“What?! Poison? What kind of ship are we on? This is unacceptable!“ Djahan exclaims, shaking his head in disbelief.
“And you have the audacity to tell me that none of your poisons are strong enough to kill Sephriel?“
Djahan's tone grows more serious.
“And furthermore, I find it hard to believe that you went to bed early and have no alibi for the time of the murder. Listen to me, Shira. The murder of Sephriel has put us all in grave danger, and we need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. If you have any information that could aid us in our investigation, you need to tell us now!“
diplomacy : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

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Aurora chuckles, a warm and musical laugh. "Ah, I think our friend is being honest now, Djahan-in-flesh! And we know that poor Sephriel wasn't poisoned to death, so Shira's not our culprit."
"This is a ship of pirates and rogues, chosen to transport Sephriel in hopes that he would travel unnoticed. Somebody miscalculated on that score - or was betrayed. Our investigation must continue!"
Leaning in towards the dwarf, Aurora adds quietly "Feed your pain, Shira. Feed your pain."

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"Ah...Aurora has a point," Tsamara remarks, finally finding her voice. "Even if Sephriel...and the rest of the crew...and maybe us too...were all being poisoned, it wasn't what killed our charge. Whoever did the deed has to have had some sort of agenda to it rather than it just being an act of...whimsy?"
She gives the dwarf a wary look.
Guess I'll be eating my own rations for the rest of the trip...
"Seems like we should look elsewhere, for now."
Lowering her voice, she adds, "I don't like it, but we should worry about Shira later."

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"Onye Dawaon now wonders about the wisdom of sending the envoy on this particular ship," he murmurs to himself. "Everyone is dangerous."

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Which areas are still left investigating?

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Shira:
"Th ... Thank you?"
“Where would you look next Shira?!“

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"Onye Dawaon now wonders about the wisdom of sending the envoy on this particular ship," he murmurs to himself. "Everyone is dangerous."
"Dangers of going outside more 'usual' means of travel," Tsamara sighs. "We should seek out Anera next. Something else also occurred to me; I'd like to go back to Sephriel's room and check for traces of magic. Also that mask, why was he wearing a carved mask? Custom or something else?"

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"This does not seem strange," says the amurrun who religiously wears a carved wooden mask when he is awake.

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"It might not be; it could just be a custom of his people," Tsamara admits. "But I figure that it couldn't hurt to have a look at it, to see if it might be important to what happened."