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I look at the dwarves. "We're gonna need to talk to you." I look back at Mr. Potty Mouth. "I'm sorry. If you want me to acknowledge you any further than I already am, you're gonna have to stop shooting your mouth off and speak to us politely since we haven't done anything to you." I keep my hands at the hilts of my daggers and keep my body ready to spring away in case he does anything.

I skip over to Nyx and Xiao. "And you where worried that I might give you away!" I say cheerfully.

I try to cast a detect evil (or similar type spell) to give me the ability to tell whether or not the people ahead are malevolent or not. I make sure to hang back so my action isn't noticed by them, desiring to avoid rousing suspicion. Afterwards, I walk over to them and greet them pleasantly with a curtsy.

"It would certainly be less annoying" Willow said, creating a chair of ice in the side of the cage using the water on the ground she relaxed into it, another book already being pulled out of the bag "Ill be hear waiting here whilst you have your little chat" opening the book she began reading, she never had veen the best in social situations so it made sense to her to avoid them. Although she was sat in the chair, it was big enough to fit possibly two more people on.

"Let's just say being social is not on my top ten to-do list nowdays" she strokes Lyrianas hair gently as she talks "Besides, the last dwarves I met did not give the friendliest of impressions, How about You?"

Willow:
"Aww, why not?" Lyriana asks, closing her eyes. "Surely being social, at least with the team, would be beneficial? I understand not wanting to talk to the dwarves, but you're so quiet all the time...I think you should open up to the team more. But as for your question, the only dwarf I've met is Lud and he saved my life. I think he's nice. Crude, but nice."

Sand-Claw:
"Aye," Lud says. "Thank ye."

Everyone except Willow:
{Lud CHA 13: 13}
{Lud CHA bonus: -1}
{Lud final CHA roll: 12}
The dwarves aren't too keen on paying attention to him, but do so anyway.
"Mah friends and I wish tah know what's going' on in the capi'l city," Lud says. "An' if it be bad, we'da like you to help us fix it."
The dwarves look at each other for a moment.
"All right," the one on the right says. "The human guild, the Red Army or something, is trying to invade the city. The guards have held out thus far, but won't last much longer."
"We won' join," the one on the left says. "It's too dangerous for us."
Lud looks back at all of you, though especially at Sand-Claw.
"Well, whadda we wanna do?" he asks.

"Huh" she ran her spare hand along the scarf, admiring it for a moment, "Who'd'a thought" she mumbled quietly to herself, her smile fading for just a moment" tho out loud she said "It sounds like we are going to run headfirst into trouble again, at least they are consistent".

"Willow.....Willow, the fires lit it was your turn to cook remember, WILLOW?!" the blue haired boy called from the center of the camp, poking at the small campfire with a twig, a slender raven haired women in a dark blue nightie stepped out from the single tent and leaned against it.
"Cook what? You already ate everything last night"
"True, ha ha ha" he beamed a smile at the women "Well it's not like you eat anything anyway"
"I don not NEED to eat, that is still no excuse for you being a gluttonous freak" the women responded glaring at him.
"Ha ha ha ha ha, fine you win, so what'll it be?"

"Consistency can be a double-edged sword" she mumbled once again to herself.