Ireth

"I know it's a long shot ladies and gentleman, but I'm going to see if I can convince him to tell us a little bit more about this...I might have a chance as I wasn't involved in the Cup you are all mentioning."

Brushing her robes off and taking another sip of the wine to help steady her nerves, Ireth steps out from behind Atareth and bows to the Rodhanite. "I understand that you want the staff back, but surely you must see our position as well sir. I mean, you did just attempt to use it to bomb an elvish glade and make us appear to be responsible for this. I know, it wasn't personal by any means, but it does put a bit of a damper on business relations between us. Furthermore, who is to say we wouldn't have need of the staff on this most important quest where literally the soul of our prophet is at stake? Surely you can make the offer just a bit better, as a show of good faith?

Diplomacy check
(1d20+38)[57]