The carriage rolls to a stop, and the guard approaches the door where you can see him conferring with the person inside. He snaps to a bow and marches toward to Coanacoch and Master Yama.

You can see sadness and regret in Master Yama's eyes. "Coanacoch," he whispers, "bow politely and say nothing more if you care anything for the Flame Hand. I beg you."

When the guard closes in, he never takes his eyes off Master Yama, but you get the impression that he's really looking at you. "Is this true? Have the territories east of Azer's Flame fallen to the dominion of fustilarians and monstrous rabble?"

The guard flashes a glance at Coanacoch and the corners of his mouth twitch a bit. "Lord Scott will take this into consideration. Thank you, young man. This has been most revealing. Lord Scott will send you the appropriate assistance to help contain this disaster after he has consulted with his military advisors." He takes a few steps back without taking his eyes off Master Yama, then turns about and returns to the carriage, which continues its course back to Durgeddinvale.

Master Yama maintains his bow until the last of the guards are no longer looking in his direction. Then he stands, which a troubled look on his withered face, which looks so unusual on a face most accustomed to smiles.

Roll Sense Motive, please.