Scratching his head Himuro responds to the inquisitive half-elf "Well, from what I remember, while I was coming to I faintly over heard different voices speaking to him." Walking towards the cell door and looking between the bars into the hallway, "Thinking back on it the voices had similar tonal nuances yet different inflections and strangely enough emanating from the same exact place.
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Sylvan response:" بينما أنا أقدر طابع الاستجواب الخاص هناك بعض الأسرار جميعا العزيزة. ربما يوما ما سوف نثق بعضنا البعض بما فيه الكفاية لحصة كل الحقائق. حتى ذلك الحين، أتوسل إليك، يرجى تتوقف." Spoiler: While I appreciate your questioning character there are certain secrets all of us hold dear. Perhaps someday we will trust eachother enough to share all truths. Until then, I beg of you, please cease.
Standing as tall as his stature allows, wincing a bit while holding the side of his head,
Then sheepishly he smiles with a twinkle in his eye,
You notice he pauses and questions himself when stating "humans" ...and for their smell. The smell of their perfume, the taste of a woman's painted lips, alas this may be why I am in your company.
Ahhhhh, a glimpse into your past... Thank you Kwin.
"Well then, now that our jailer has filled this cell, who are you? Why are we here and more importantly did anyone bring the gilled leeks I requested?"
Y'all are crazy! One day I post and nada, the next...Voila! 36 posts. From down the hallway a inquisitive Himuro listens quietly while the insanity ensues, thinking: While a fire is logical I fear our captors whom have already demonstrated being able to subdue us without our consent, assuredly can douse a small fire. Fun times though and I give 10 pts for creativity. From down the hall you might hear a tenor tone quip:
Groggily looking around Himuro seems to be a bit confused..."Ugh, not again......I wonder how they caught me? mumbles the prone kitsune. "Again with the jails, 'muro ole boy you need to be a bit more cautious or slipery. Hold a 'tic, what did I do last night and where are my accouterments?" Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12 In a much louder voice:
Bowing to each of you,
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