Mustafah
"Are you allright, O-scythe-wielding-one?" Mustafah says as he first looks at Stumbin, then out of the window, trying to see whatever it is that startled the priest. "Here, have a drink. You need to relax. Might as well put down the scythe, harvesting season isn't here yet for another few months." and the way you chop off heads with that thing is just a bit too much for me to feel comfortable with being in the same room as you when you look like you're losing it.
Ooh , looks like the nutty professor is passing briefly through reality again. Work eating at him? If I were a religious man I'd be worrying. Who am I kidding, I am worrying allready.
"Aaah, fair lady, do not be distressed. Great minds can be so preoccupied that their behaviour seems erratical to those of lesser abilities. Erratic? The guy's a total loonatic. Poo-poo in the head.A few bricks short of a load. A few bricks short of a few bricks, really. But tell us, please, what is he working on? We've been risking our lives to get you hear, fearing no wounds to our mortal coils." as he points to the bandages. "We might be able to help you take care of him." Diplomacy 11 Bluff 18.
"Put our hand on the table? What for, if I may ask? I'm very attached to my hands, and they look fine as they are" Mustafah says with a polite smile, gesticulating with his left hand, flapping it as to show it is firmly attached, while his right hand eases his rapier in its scabbard and then palms a throwing dagger. Sleight of hands 10