Soiree (Afina)

[Anastasia]

"Just so," The Inspector takes a drink and says, "Dolphins are inferior to shark mounts anyway. We specialize in scouting and recon through individuals and small groups. How does Aurora do that?"

[Ebiris]

"Coure eladrin, air elementals, and pixies," she gestures at herself with her free hand, "Form our mainstays for that role. Stealthy, and quick enough to get out of trouble if discovered too early. In fact let me tell you about how they fared during our assault on the Burning Aeropolis..." she says, launching into a story about how their lighter elements fared in pathfinding for the heavier forces during that battle.

[Anastasia]

Make a Diplo check, unless you have a higher ranked skill related to storytelling or speaking. If so, you can use that instead.

[Ebiris]

[20:19] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+18
[20:19] <Serith> Ebiris roll for Serith < 19 > [d20=1]

[Anastasia]

You get polite nods and patience as you weave your story. "Interesting," The Inspector says.

Make a Sense Motive check here too.

[Ebiris]

[20:22] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[20:22] <Serith> Ebiris roll for Serith < 29 > [d20=20]

[Anastasia]

Afina's pretty sure that's a polite way of saying that he is uninterested and finds your storytelling lacking. Severely so.

[Ebiris]

Well tough for him! She's here as a guest, not a dancer, she's even going above and beyond by trying to tell people interesting anecdotes. "Of course when the Nessian pit fiend appeared, it was a bit much for our mere recon elements to handle. Fortunately I was there and had that thing dismembered in short order. They like to try dispels and overpowered fireballs, but neither of those are much threat to someone like me, and his hide parted easily enough to my blade, same as any other devil's. That about wraps up the battle, really. Once something like that happens even devils are going to lose heart. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Inspector."

[Anastasia]

As you walk away, your hostess whispers to you, "Sorry, he's a bit of a jerk if he doesn't like you right off. Win a few important battles and he thinks he's untouchable. Ass."

[Ebiris]

"At least he wasn't rude about it," Afina murmurs back as they go off to mingle with hopefully more appreciative audiences.

[Anastasia]

A few hours pass. It's chatting, smiling, small talk and more. Afina's the flavor of the hour, virtually everyone coming up to you. One such discussion...

"Ah, Lady Afina." A smiling male marid greets you, plump and florid, cheeks a deep and dark blue. He wears enough jewelry to buy a nation and reeks of sweet smelling perfume. "Payam. Yes, I am THAT Payam," he smiles and waves it aside, "Tell me, how much seed money would I need to put into your enterprises to see a 25% profit?"

[Ebiris]

"I'm sorry, Payam," Afina demurs, "But our Crusade is not run as a private enterprise. All funds acquired are put directly back into the cause of freeing Lifasa and eliminating devil-kind wherever we come across them, so an investor looking for profit would need to look elsewhere. I told the representatives of Union Bank much the same when they approached me before."

[Anastasia]

"What? Nonsense. You're sitting on a gold mine," Payam says, "A pixie of your talent could be making a fortune each year." He pauses to frown a little bit and lean in towards you, "Tell me you at least have a private money vault. I can't imagine you're worth less than 500,000 gold, even with such an attitude."

"Probably not, Payam," Your hostess speaks up, "Not everyone only sees the luster of gold."

[Ebiris]

"All the gold in Mammon's vault means little to me so long as my world suffers under the yoke of devils," Afina shakes her head. "If I liquidated my belongings then I'd be worth far more than that sum, but better a blade in the hand than gold in a vault considering my lifestyle."

[Anastasia]

"All the..." Payam shakes his head, wandering off.

Once he's gone, your hostess adds in a quiet voice, "Sorry He's a bore and most people don't like him, but he's so rich that he gets invited everywhere."