<span style="font-style: italic">Wow, that was quite an amazing roll there, Celrie! And a not-inconsiderably-well-written post alongside it. On some occasions this sort of thing would be resolved by a social conflict, with each side rolling in three rounds - but in this case, unless the Duchess rolls a bunch of aces herself (and she didn't) on her initial attempt, I'll be quite inclined to just rule that Celrie charmed her panties off~!<br/><br/>Depending on her player's preference, this can take place before or after Arcea's reply.</span><br/><br/>The struggling Julie-Ann didn't seem too comforted by Celrie's kind words - without being mesmerized by her beautiful countenance, it was much easier to tune out her words - especially with a belly grumbling all around her.<br/><br/>The proper rodent lady staring so harshly at Celrie seemed mollifed but still cross after the elf's initial round of apologies, murmuring "Well you should be..." quietly at a couple of points. But she was caught off guard by Celrie's impassioned appeal. For starters, staring so long at Celrie was a sure way to find your mood softened by the softness of her curves. But more importantly, the tone of righteous indignation and haughty imperialism that Celrie delivered struck a chord with Glana, to say the least. She found herself puffing out her chest once again and regarding the remnants of the bandits with scorn before turning back to Celrie and Arcea, her eyes downcast and wringing her hands apologetically. "A... teleporting alligator...? My goodness gracious, I had no idea!" And that was before Alexis had the chance to dart back over to Celrie's side with puppy-like loyalty, taking a defensive stand alongside the elf. "Yeah! Everything that she said is true!" Alexis then blushed and looked over at Arcea. "And in fact... umm... the lady Arcealandria fought with distinction herself, and protected Celrie admirably."<br/><br/>"O-of course! I... am not entirely certain what came over me there. A touch of disorientation from the sudden stop, perhaps?" she laughed nervously and curtsied to Celrie graciously. "Though an... uncommon sight, I realize now that it is nothing more than those lowly brutes suffer the very fate that they would contrive to visit upon their betters!" She blushed at the thought of Celrie's offer and nodded eagerly. "If anything, I should be apologizing for my defense robot malfunctioning and failing to defend the train. Why, I'll have that Clockmaker in the stocks for weeks if he's lucky! Ahem! Indeed, Lady Arcealandria, you merit your... celebration. My congratulations to you all, and I shall do my part to, ah, pull a few strings to make sure that this little 'Catspaw' place is supplied well enough to make proper accomodations for you all possible."<br/><br/>"Oh, and I... don't know why I would have made such a foolish assumption about your abilities. Again, my apologies, dear! And I shan't overstep my bounds as to dictating our plans again - this train was chartered for your benefit, after all! Perhaps we should just bed down here for the night in the sleeper car and wait for the trade post administrators to remove the offending explosives - it is their responsibility rightly, after all."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That's all for now due to the usual friday rush for me. But my next post will probably be skipping ahead to either the next day when the train gets underway again, or later that night when they get to the village after going the long way around. As I said before, it's best not to waste time consensus building, so the first strong suggestion will be run with by the conductor!</span>