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bardic lore: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
"It ith thaid that the fey are fond of thweetth. Perhapth they've headed into a confectioner's shop?"

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Between Guiseppino and Hadrimos' quick tongues, and Professor Bun Bun's musings, you chase down the fey to an abandoned warehouse behind the very confectioner that Professor Bun Bun pointed out!
When you round the corner, it seems that the fey are looking, puzzled, at a wall. It seems apparent that a whole in the wall has recently been sealed up! They look around for another escape, but when it becomes apparent that they are caught, the leader Slides updated laughs!
Ha-ha! You got us! What a fun prank, right friends? The tiny, draconic prankster jokingly elbows their friends who laugh nervously, inching closer and attempting to hide behind their leader. I’m Commodore Ru—wait, wait, Commodore Sticky Fingers! Yeah! And this was just a prank we wanted to pull ‘cause folks take things so serious here.

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"It is a bad pwank if it huwts people, you know." Guiseppino admonishes them.
"You should do pwank that is fun fow evewyone, but making suwe noone is huwt."

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Flutters speaks in sylvan or fey
diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
It's not very nice to take other people's stuff though. If you'll just let us return it, we shall say no more about it

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The fey look at each other, chattering back and forth... some pointing toward the sacks of loot and back at you. Others shake their head...
Attitude moved toward Neutral...

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Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
"Yes, hand ovew the things you stowe and we wiww wetuwn them on youw behawf. Though I think it is much bettew if you wetuwn them youwsewves."

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diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
"Vandalithm ith hardly a prank."

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Well, clearly, you do not know what is funny! Perhaps further discussion is warranted? Commodore Sticky-Fingers muses, What do YOU think is funny?
Luckily no one critically failed, though Gui did get mighty close!
Some of the fey look like they are getting agitated, while others seem merely interested in seeing how this plays out...
Blackfeather Jack and Hadrimos can still chime in.

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Hadrimos takes a drink. "Look, I don't know anything about nothing. But, I have some wine. Do you want to share with me?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

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All the world is a stage! Commodore Sticky-Fingers laughs, but at the mention of wine his attention is captured, Wine?
The fey looks at his companions, P-party!
Soon all is forgotten, including the stolen goods! It is trivially easy for you all to return the goods to Tokku, who is relieved and in return, gifts you some of the nicer pieces among the recovered items!
Teacher Ot arrives shortly after you recover the items and laughs, You Pathfinders are certainly an amazing crew! I would have never expected this outcome! A pleasant surprise to be sure!
Soon, Scrollmaster Shaine arrives and Teacher Ot spares no time praising your ingenuity to the elf!
Thank you for playing everyone! Please ensure that you have put in all of your information on RPG Chronicles! I will get you your Chronicles by Monday!