"My friend's been having a bad week," Derien says, shaking his head sadly. "She's lost her halfling, a tragic thing even under the best of circumstances, and she doesn't handle stress well." Derien sighs deeply, seemingly caught up in the tragedy of it all, then leans in close.
"You're in a tough spot. Running, hiding, strangers threatening you with " - and here Derien's smooth facade cracks a little - "really enormous crossbows. It's hard, I know. But you can make all this go away. You just have to think back, and tell us everything you remember about a red-haired halfling named Merryl. It may be that you know more than you think!"[sblock=Skill Checks]Insight: 19. I feel as though we can safely assume he's lying, but just in case...
Diplomacy: 14[/sblock]
"You're in a tough spot. Running, hiding, strangers threatening you with " - and here Derien's smooth facade cracks a little - "really enormous crossbows. It's hard, I know. But you can make all this go away. You just have to think back, and tell us everything you remember about a red-haired halfling named Merryl. It may be that you know more than you think!"[sblock=Skill Checks]Insight: 19. I feel as though we can safely assume he's lying, but just in case...
Diplomacy: 14[/sblock]