The Black Shingle Fiasco

[Marlowe]

Avita gives a little excited jump, the hand clutching her bow pumping the air. "Sweet! Popped my murder cherry!" she pipes. And then turns to Andras and say simply "Thanks for the spell, Blue Eyes. I know how hard it can be to keep at the foreplay when you're itching to get down to the nitty-gritty. Now, you ladies and gentlemen in there-"

She turns to face the tower. "-we are here to get you out of here. Wewould rather not sit around out here attracting this freakshow circus like flies to meat while you make up your minds. And just because you see no trouble with throwing your lives away doesn't mean we feel inclined to let you. And as for the "We're fiends in disguise" theory, I have five words. Some Frelling Disguise That'd Be!"

"So. Coming?"

Diplomacy: (1d20+3)[7]