[ACO] PF2e - 03-04 and 03-07 (Cheliax Arc; P1)

Game Master UncleFroggy

"Just my friend Nyak, who wants to smell like the roses"

Did Nic notice anything odd or suspicious about how she answered his question?

"Sure thing. What's an 'umbrella'? Anyone else want anything?" Nan asks.

"Why a foldable contraption used to keep the rain off one's head or the sun off of one's body. Some places serve drinks with a miniature umbrella in them. Places do all sorts of cool things like putting an olive speared by a miniature sword in the drink. Or ice cubes shaped like frogs."

GM Tiger wrote:

"Sure thing. What's an 'umbrella'? Anyone else want anything?" Nan asks.

"Why a foldable contraption used to keep the rain off one's head or the sun off of one's body. Some places serve drinks with a miniature umbrella in them. Places do all sorts of cool things like putting an olive speared by a miniature sword in the drink. Or ice cubes shaped like frogs."

Nan stares at BK before heading back to the bar for his juice...

The Goblin looks vaguely exasperated, checks there's no one in earshot, and then whispers "Nan, we are friends of the good Count, he says you can be trusted"

Bk sighs and pats Huh, whispering to him. Or her. How DO you tell whether a goblin is female or male?

"She will probably leave a note or something. This stuff is all extra, extra secret and full of subterfuge. No way is she going to talk to us about it in front of everyone! Be patient my little goblin friend."

Buford stands silently. This sort of sly subtle stuff wasn't part of his bag.

Nyak Nyak sits back and chills.

At Huh's words, Nan appears to stiffen. "Very well, I shall get you some food." She hurries to the kitchen, calling, "Arni! One of your specials! Make sure the roast is santed properly this time! Our friends complained last time and we don't want that!"

Hope this makes sense! :)

PFS Lore 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

I'd miss either by 1

The Goblin looks none the wiser "Sure that would be great"

Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"Hmm santed? Curious..."

deception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

"Yes 'santed', which is like salted except using sand!" he says knowledgeably, though wrong.

My he use an uplifting overture to boost someone's roll or is this the sort of thing that the check is over by the time you can cast the spell?

PFS Lore check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Nic gives a small nod to the others and murmurs, "Give her time." He watches and waits calmly.

Slipp keeps playing while the food is prepared, watching the kitchen with interested eyes.

PFS lore: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

They lean forward, whispering "She recognised the code, but... I think she is still suspicious of us."

Standing up the little gnome approaches Nan adding, very quietly, "I'm not sure Arsinant enjoys too much salt on his meat. Of course he is not with us at the moment."

Nan smiles at Slipp. Just then two patrons approach Nan, asking "Are these short folk botherin' you?"

Slipp turns to glare at the newcomers. Intrigued by the patrons reaction they consider their options for a moment.

"I think if a short person was bothering Nan, Nan would be more than able to deal with it."

For a moment they consider adding a more forceful statement to their words, but figured they would try the polite path first.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Nic tries to catch the eye of whichever party member is looking near him, and once they're looking at him he glances up at the ceiling.

"Short people? Pretty sure Nan has it covered longshanks" Huh grins in a jovial manner.

Slipp, noticing Nic, turns to follow his glance.

"I may be short, but I am FANTABULOUS. We were just discussing putting my talents to use in entertaining you. Here is but a sample!" He pulls out a flute and plays something fancy.

Make an impression, Group Impression
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20