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Audric sighs again She argues with me about perfectly reasonable decisions like writing a letter to the Order, but she is behind me when I propose suicidal plans like this. Of course. he thinks with a trace of amusement.
He frowns in concentration for a second. "Would you take us to your home? Hm... Sei. Oblua-jena. Ah...pe? ". He is aware he is asking something like You home I, which probably makes little sense, so he tries to gesture what he means, pointing at the creature, downwards, himself and his allies, and then joining his hands togheter.
((uhm...do I need to roll Diplomacy? Also, new thread soon?))
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The gnome fidgets. "A couple times, from what I've heard. Some human lady. Sharp as a tack, too curious for her own good. Smuggled out a month or so later. That was about...seven years ago? I dunno, Duen and Mike were the only ones here back then. We found the helagas a year or so after that - Ketokee's one of those. They live down here, down in these layers no one bothers with. Not really anything after that. A handful of halflings, a single dwarf from the Thieves' Guild, two kid sorcerers. Why do you ask?"
Not Antal
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I'm fairly sure diplomacy is only for people who don't want to work with you, not a helagas (whatever that is) who thinks you are funny humans.
Yilminri frowns for a second, then snickers. "Se gonnam pe obula-jenaa?" It shrugs. "Ogai. Boeraa pe nokai takk?" It grabs at the rope as it speaks.
"Wait!" Rana seems to have suddenly thought of something. "While I think we should go down some time, we may be moving farther away from Antal if we do this. Of course, we don't know where he is, so we might be getting closer, too." She frowns, then turns and rummages in her pack. "Ah, here! I did have some chalk. We could leave a message for him on the walls here, in case he makes it back before we do and comes looking for us. Of course, someone else could come along and read it instead of him. What do you think?"
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Derailed in the best way, thank you good sir.
