The depths of Ice

[Yuthirin]

"Yeah! Why waste time when we could be talking to dwarveses!" Calleigh says, launching herself off the side of the path and falling toward the dwarves below.

[Anastasia]

DAna watches her go, "Well shit, here we go then," she says, hopping out and starting to fly down, Benyen following. Miranda steps aside and gives Tryll a look, "I'll stay up here," she says, "I'll rain down support if you need it. Call me if I'm not needed."

[Yuthirin]

'She'll be fine, probably. She's got ways of escape if she's really in trouble.' Tryll seems unworried.

[Anastasia]

Staying up here with Miranda, Tryll?

[Yuthirin]

Yes.

[Anastasia]

Calleigh, Dana, Benyen and Debonah descend. As you get closer you see the dwarves working away, the freezing waters not seeming to bother them one jot.

Go ahead here, Calleigh.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh wastes no time, flying in a circle over the dwarves, "Hellooooo frosties!"

[Anastasia]

The dwarves turn, looking up in sheer shock as Calleigh flies around. Dana and friends follow as dozens of dwarves stare at the hyperactive courre.

"Yo," Dana says, "Nice to meet your asses."

[Yuthirin]

"Are you guys cold? Are you normal dwarves? Are you slaves? Are you getting paid for this?  Do you have CANDY?!"

[Anastasia]

"Who...who are you?" One of the dwarves ask, in a voice like the wind of a blizzard.

[Yuthirin]

"Hi!" Calleigh zips up to the dwarf, "I'm Calleigh! That's Dana and Benyen! Nice ta meetcha!"

[Anastasia]

"You're not the masters," A voice keens, like the winds blowing, "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." You see dwarves raise pickaxes and mining tools at the ready.

"Shit," Dana mutters, "So you cockholes are that far down the ladder of being fucked up slaves?"

[Yuthirin]

"We're not here to fight! Or steal your rocks!"

[Anastasia]

Gimme a quick Diplo check since you're at least trying.

[Yuthirin]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 1 + 45, total 46[/blockquote]