(OOC - Okay, I'll do the Bad Cop and Intimidate)
Aliyas purses her lips in distaste as Peregrine does his bit, then steps forward to loom over the halfling from behind and glare down at the hobgoblin with cold, steely green eyes.
"Or," she says deliberately, hoping that this is the hobgoblin that she captured at bowpoint...she honestly has trouble telling one from another..."if you don't want to talk to him, then you can deal with me."
The words are spoken without much inflection, but her hard stare and cold intonation betrays little doubt that dealing with her will be far less agreeable than talking to the little paladin.
Aliyas purses her lips in distaste as Peregrine does his bit, then steps forward to loom over the halfling from behind and glare down at the hobgoblin with cold, steely green eyes.
"Or," she says deliberately, hoping that this is the hobgoblin that she captured at bowpoint...she honestly has trouble telling one from another..."if you don't want to talk to him, then you can deal with me."
The words are spoken without much inflection, but her hard stare and cold intonation betrays little doubt that dealing with her will be far less agreeable than talking to the little paladin.