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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aethmud" data-source="post: 9511844" data-attributes="member: 6746292">Jack leans in close to Trex, his grin widening as he considers the kobold’s request. "Ah, now we’re talking! Keeping your own gemstones, a far shinier prospect than this handful of silver junk, that's certain." He clinks the coins one last time for effect, but then gives a casual shrug, as if they’re nothing compared to the riches Trex could have with Wahorna and her cultists out of the way."Tell you what, Trex. We can make a little… arrangement, shall we say?" Jack’s voice dips to a hoarse whisper, his eyes twinkling. "We’re on our way to handle a certain unsavory fellow by the name of Sephak, who might be sniffing around Torg’s caravan. So, you give us the skinny on Torg’s setup—where they camp, who guards them, any sneaky ways in or out—and we’ll have ourselves a friendly chat with Sephak first. After that, we’ll be back in a day or two, fresh as daisies, to work together with you on giving Wahorna’s band of Wintry Weirdos ye olde heave-ho."As Jack speaks, he watches Trex's face closely. "She’s got a bit of a knack for bad magic, as you put it. Exactly what kind of nastiness, ice magic? Curses? Conjuring up the creepy-crawlies? Let's have the full picture, and we’ll be that much better prepared to give her a one-way ticket out of your mines."He pauses, glancing at the other kobold, then back to Trex. "How many not-so-priests are we talking about here? And, let’s say… hypothetically…" he punctuates this point with a mirror image of Trex's alligator grin, "if a big ol’ fight for freedom were to go down, about how many kobolds you reckon might be willing to rally to your side? Because, you know, numbers make the difference!""Oh, and speaking of plans, you kobolds ever get creative with traps? You seem the resourceful type. With a couple days to prepare, you could put your skills and creativity to the test.  Y'know, make it a little harder on Wahorna and her Wintry Wierdos, when push comes to shove." With a glint in his eye, Jack offers his pinkie. "Here's how we fairies make a deal—a pinkie promise. Stronger than any old parchment contract legalese. Or," he adds with a playful wink, "if it absolutely must be tails, I suppose I could… show you my true form." Jack wiggles his fingers in the air and shakes his hips as he squats down a bit, casting a minor illusion. With a flourish, his legs appear to shrink and turn scaly, as Jack sprouts an illusory kobold tail that wags just a little too cheerfully.  He struts about, proudly displaying his "kobold form" with a mock-serious expression. "What'll it be, Trex, the pinkie promise or the tail shake?  Maybe both?  Careful, now, don’t yank mine off or I’ll be stuck like this!"  </blockquote>

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