Final words...

[ajanders]

The woman glares at Bharag with icy dignity for a moment -- at least, he thinks so, then turns back to Zook.
"If I might? The air will be better up here."

"Ma'am?" says the guard.
"This is an inside ticket. You needn't sit up here."

She waves a hand down to the guard.
"I think the company is better up here. But this person" she points to Bharag "will be less disruptive down below."

Apparently she's awfully sensitive about being talked to by strange dwarves.

 

[Kaodi]

" I apologize about our earlier encounter. I sometimes suffer from the feeling that I have met someone before, and I am compelled to try and verify if I in fact do. I try to tell myself that it is not going to be anyone I know, just like all of the other times, but it seems to be a useless gesture, " says Bhalag in a reconcilliatory tone.

( Bluff and/or diplomacy, I guess. )

 

[ajanders]

The woman glares at you some more -- at least, you think she does. Difficult to tell with all that veil.

"I think someone prone to the delusions you describe should ride inside, sheltered from the light of the maddening moon."

Tough cookie. Those puppydog eyes usually work....
(Make a DC 20 Sense Motive check)

A song floats up from the inside of the coach.

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me,
Badooby-do baybee,
Dream a little dreeyeam of me....

 

[Kaodi]

Sense Motive: 1d20+6=10

Completely oblivious to whatever undercurrents exist, Bhalag says, " I do so love a good verbal joust, but for my companion's sake I will leave your rather disagreeable company. "

With that, he climbs back down and gets into the cart, saying to Rethlin, " Looks like Bhalag is not welcome up top. Her loss. "

 

[JRYoung]

"And my gain" retorts Rethlin with a smirk.

 

[Moggthegob]

So, what brings you here? Business? Zook says to the woman.

 

[ajanders]

The woman watches Bhalag go intently.
"Yes. Business..."

After he climbs into the carriage she turns to Zook and whispers fiercely

"What is that dwarf's name!"

 

[Moggthegob]

Zook looks a little confusedly, and then he remembers " His name is Bharag. I told him about our meeting in such detail that he felt as though he knew you."

Um.... bluff? bluff (1d20-1=2)

 

[JRYoung]

OOC: I'm out of town for 9 days, expect only infrequent posts for Rethlin.

 

[ajanders]

No problem, as you can see, I've been a little swamped myself.


The woman relaxes a bit.
"Is he a banker?" The tone of voice she uses seems more appropriate to describe an assassin or a burner of library books.

"All away!"

The guard hops up next to the driver on the box and with a *crack* of the whip the mail is off.
The fine mage-bred horses cover ground quickly.

Down in the body of the carriage, the bard starts to open some correspondence, humming to himself.
Bharag, make a spot check DC 10.