"Indeed it does my friend..." Koln whispers to Socrates, gently petting him as he responds.
"Ok, so the sewers can wait, they're not going anywhere. Although I do have unfinished business with that fiend we met down there..." Koln bends over a sewer grate against the sidewalk and yells down it, "YOU HEAR ME! YOUR DAYS AMONG THE LIVING ARE NUMBERED! SOON LUCIFER'S WOLVES SHALL FEAST UPON THE INNARDS OF YOUR STOMACH AND HIS DEMONIC HARPIES WILL FASHION YOUR ESOPHAGUS INTO A GRISLY HARPSICHORD!"
A second or two goes by and then Koln thinks he hears a reply up from the grate, "Bring it..."
"That's it, I'm going in!" Koln growls as he struggles to fit himself down the small grate, obviously not getting very far. "Grr! Fine, then I pull out my gun!" He does, and holds his S&W down the grate, about to pull the trigger, but he stops suddenly and glares at Clover.
He slowly gets up and points her gun at her! "Clover, your bag... there's laughing coming from inside! Open it!" Koln lowers his weapon as he approaches, for now keeping the safety on.
"Your cell phone mocks us... It is an agent of the Devil! Ruby's kind are wise to not trust such things! You can learn much from her."
Oh snap!
Sense motive - Cell phone!
1d20+7 → [7,7] = (14)
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