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Conan rushes into the scene to help his master get up. "Are you alright, sir?" he asks while dusting Nanoc. Hearing someone is pleaing behind the closed door, he approaches it and talks to whoever is on the other side. "We are not here to harm you, are you alright?"
Conan the Butler enters the scene once more in behalf of his master, Nanoc. "My master believes that my expertise suits this... situation." he explains to the group. "Let me see...'" he goes to one of the walls and tries to listen to it.
The butler enters the scene in Nanoc's stead. Conan wanders in, as if curious about what is happening. "My, my, traitors are such a headache, I know, I know." He tries to empathize with the crowd. "How many are there again? Remember the names? Where have they been taken? I heard they’re to suffer the most dire punishment one can receive..." he continues, attempting to sway their emotions while subtly gathering information. He just hopes that his presence, small, mouse-like, and dressed in a suit, does not unsettle them.
GM: I am not sure if the bonus will apply to the hireling, so I did not include it for now.
A mouse-looking poppet in an all black suit hops into the scene that approaches Nanoc and straightens his suit, adjusts the hat and gives him his adventure stuff. "Sir," the butler tells Nanoc, and bows out of the scene. |
