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That was for fluff since I don't have a standard action left to Demoralize, but here goes nothing:

Intimidate 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

I dash out of the bar in pursuit of the man. Once outside, I shout for my animal companion (Come Command, Free Action). Fool, you're outnumbered. Drop him or you won't live to see the next sunrise.

Do they take any penalties to movement/AC from carrying a body around? :)

I follow the men and aim a lead right hook at his temple.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Non-Lethal Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The tavern is super-full, I just didn't put a ton of minis. Just assume the place is teeming with fighting drunkards.

Okay, I halved my movement rate and double moved.

I call to the men hauling Fredrik away: Hoi! Put him down. He's ours.

I growl. I thought you lugs could handle this. I stayed outside because my partner here is liable to rip these drunkards limb from limb.

I leave the leopard outside and circle around the edge of the room to tail the ruffians hauling our informant away. I try to stay out of burst range in case Scarvane drops another Sleep spell.

Diplomacy +2

Intimidate/Bluff +12

Do we have a better face? You know, in case we need to do things the soft way.

Fuzzfoot is a bard.

Seeing no reason to risk my neck in the melee, I stand outside with quarterstaff in hand and wait for the din to die down.

Checking in also:

Your Name: Sanford Geoffrey
Your Character's Name: Edvard Ulfsson
Your Character's PFS Number: # 152514-3
Faction: Liberty's Edge

I scowl at Moldreserva's tiresome speech and her open expression of contempt for our group, but I bite my tongue.

Upon hearing Jamamros's introduction and gazing on his holy symbol, I stare in slack-jawed amazement. You worship... Calistria? Don't tell me you... I trail off, speechless. I am Edvard, son of Ulf.

After everyone makes their introductions, I prepare to meet them at the docks.