Lucan stands up and draws his bow. He nocks an arrow and pulls back, sighting it straight at Zorella. "I have an offer, Your Grace," Lucan says. "We can rid you of this backstabbing worm who would presume to decide whom you should or should not deal with. What other plots do you think she has going? Why is she so afraid of us? There's something she's not saying."
Let's see how well Lucan's flair for the dramatic serves him.
Use Word of Friendship
Diplomacy - (1d20+26)