| Robert Roach |
sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Logan suppresses a chuckle at the big man's attempt. Instead, he cocks his eyebrow in an unimpressed manner as if to say "whatever helps you sleep at night" and points his attention to Venjamin. Cock-wagging, indeed.
aid to diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
"Venjamin of Mirth, I am Logan Stonebit, lieutenant of the Borderguard and acting ambassador of the Steward of the Commonwealth. I am not sure when the last time would have been that you would have been to the Commonwealth, but if it has been within this week, you would know that Hagglesport has waged a devastating two front war on our people. You would know that the the chances of the Commonwealth's survival is balancing on a razors edge and that the only hope our people have for survival is within the hands of the Dwarven Kings here in the Hammertides. What you would not have known, however, is that your request of these dwarves to acquire an Irkei stone posed a threat to tip the balances in the favor of our enemy. With that in mind, there has obviously been a misunderstanding, I am simply asking that instead of interpreting the root of that misunderstanding as 'Dwarven Cock-wagging', you see it instead through the filter of increased risk assessment due to the heightened stress of war."