Determined to be useful, Ari let his overflowingly powerful mind wander hither and forth, and decided to do a Bardic Knowledge Check! Do I know anything about mines deep below the city of Aretrian?
[4+4] You don't know anything beyond common knowledge. However, as a reasonably intelligent sentient creature, you can assume that the denizens of the caverns have to get metal from
somewhere, and dedicated mines would uncover more than just spelunking.
Osirio nodded his head politely. He motioned for his allies to stand back.
"Ah, my Lord. You misunderstand me. When so many lies begin to pile upon one another, a man must needs seek the truth.
The man you send us to kill has an interesting story. He calls you the villains, of course. He seems to serve a different cause than what you led us to believe. Perhaps you are the ones who sought to lead us astray. How can a man know?" He asks, in a bored tone.
With a soft, barely audible sigh, footsteps make their way down the stairs. In a few seconds, the figure clad in black, with the black-and-red mask, comes into view. It speaks, in a voice that seems to almost change; at times, a high voice befitting a woman, while at others a low growl unmistakably masculine.
"I wasn't kidding about that drink, I had a nice Cospenian liqueur up there. But oh well. And you mistake me, little Osirio. I do not wish to condemn, I wish to commend! For this will undoubtedly bring my pompous brother some modicum of grief. I do love his suffering. But let us make one thing clear, child-of-sand.Faster than the eye can follow, it moves forward like a shadow, suddenly closing the distance between him and the half-elf. A single, gloved hand is at his throat. And do you feel claws?
"Free the beast we've imprisoned down here, and I will make the short remainder of your life miserable."In reaction, Ava swings her maul, which is almost nonchalantly deflected with a single hand.
"Calm yourself, herald-of-death. I will bring no pain nor death to your supposed lover just yet. Not unless he should fail me. Though I must say, I do admire your spirit. If only all kept to such honor." He turns and takes a few steps back.
"But, I've not even introduced myself. I would be Naras the Cruel, master of this place and Lord of Aretrian-- but no doubt you knew that. Now, go along. Sate your curiosity, but do not dare take it so far as to threaten us. For though I do hate my brother, I myself have plans hinging on his convoluted scheme. And I will know if you try to. Goodbye, child-of-sand. I will be watching with great interest."He starts once more up the stairs.
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