Crossed swords

[Corwin]

"Let's take a look at the wagon," Seira suggests, adjusting course to pass by it.

[Anastasia]

"A wagon? Well, it looks sturdy," Ranbar murmurs, "Does it work?"

"It's still going, so yeah," Donald agrees as you draw close and closer. How close are you going to get?

[Corwin]

120ft.

[Anastasia]

As you all come to a stop, so does the wagon. From it a rather soft voice whispers out, carrying into your minds, 'Do you want something?'

[Corwin]

"Just curious who's traveling here," Seira responds.

[Anastasia]

'Linnias of the Styx,' Is the answer in your mind, 'And whom do I speak to?'

[Corwin]

K:P 120 for if I know who that is.

[Anastasia]

A very minor fiend of little note, a yugoloth. An arcanaloth if you recall right. He's mostly a researcher and stays relatively out of trouble with mortals. Almost tolerable as far as daemons go. A monster certainly, but there's far worse than him.

[Corwin]

"I can answer that if you're willing to pass on directions for Pilgrim's Folly."

[Anastasia]

A hint of open amusement, 'Do you think your name so valuable?'

Amaryl merely says, "Is not the oak who survives the storm formidable?"

[Corwin]

"I guarantee it," Seira responds with amusement. "What will it be?"

[Anastasia]

'A counter offer. I will take you there,' The voice offers, 'In exchange for your name and a piece of impressive arcane lore.'

[Corwin]

"Negotiations are lovely," Seira agrees, coming all the way across. "My name is Seira Aryn, my final counter offer is safe passage in addition to my name. Take us to Pilgrim's Folly, and our paths shall part amicably."

[Anastasia]

Intimidation or Diplo check, whichever you prefer. Your name has weight.

[Corwin]

21:18 <Corwin> roll 1d20+72 +2 vs men! diplo
21:18 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 83 > [d20=11]