(Fuck colors.)<br/><br/>"But you do admit that you have no desire to be here?" the elf asked. She did her best not to look sly, or cunning -- she looked straight into the monster's eyes and tried to look as sincere and caring as she could. "Do you think you are gaining your strength here the way you should be? The knowledge? You know you don't have to stay here. I could let you out."<br/><br/>"You think I'm not afraid of what's ahead? Well I am. I'm terrified, and I'm PETRIFIED by you." That one was true. "But I'm doing what I'm doing here because I have to. To save people. To destroy those monsters. While we may have our differences, and I'm sure we do... my fight isn't with you."<br/><br/>Ayariel took a deep breath and reached forward, gently laying her delicate elven hand on the abomination's putrid, scaley snout. Not menacing, not like one touches a beast, but like one touches a companion. "If you give me your word you will not harm me, I can let you loose of these chains, dispel their magic, set you free. We don't have to be enemies."<br/><br/>(Roll diplomacy I guess?)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>