Still in flawless Elvish, Silvio nods. "I will not insult you by offering a bribe or some such lawless nonsense. Instead I offer my sincerest pledge that I shall have them marked as soon as I return to my estates. Oh and the large dog. It is unconventional but the angry one is somehow bound to it and it soothes him. Plus thieves defecate themselves when it growls." Silvio breaks into a high titter as he says this, clearly amused by the thought.
Silvio pulls himself up to his full height and glares down at the Hellknight. In a loud voice (and in Elvish) he begins to launch into a long and boring tale of how he acquired the services of the afore mentioned servants and how he doesn't feel marking his servants will do them any good. Instead he relies on subtle intimidation and the threat of violence done to loved ones to motivate his employees. Having done this, he stares intently at the Hellknight. Silvio is channeling his inner Parisian. Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Silvio nods slowly. "I take it my participation in this venture would satisfy our arrangement? If so, then I believe I am as ready as I'll ever be. Might as well act before anyone can be alerted to our plans." Silvio stands and stretches, much like a cat, allowing several joints to pop as he slides into a fencer's lunge and repeats with each leg.
Silvio very slowly stops, looks at the Songbird with a somewhat dubious look on his face and holds up one finger. "Us? Is someone here a magic pixie with magic pixie powers? Because I'm almost certain that you'd need one of those to take on an army of devils in a city from Hell. Also, perhaps a holy warrior or a demi-hero of some repute. I am a businessman. A businessman. Not a hero. I'll show myself out then, shall I?"
Silvio returns the handshake. "Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that. In this economy, an elf's got to be an entrepreneur, ready for any opportunity that presents itself. Mostly I procure specialized objects for discriminating clients, replicate necessary documents and cheat the blackhearted and blue-blooded. You know, the ordinary skill set." Silvio grins widely at this description, amusing himself if no one else.
Silvio, a gaunt bald elf with a definite look of discomfort on his face, nods politely. "Pleasure to meet you lot and all. My dear friend here tells me at some length that you are in need of my particular brand of aid. He simply never stops talking, that one. I am, as he said, Silvio Gascon, entrepreneur in these troubled times in which we find ourselves. Is this one of those jobs where it is best no one know anyone else or are we all friends, braiding each other's hair and sharing heart-warming stories of love, redemption and the distances between us?" |