[Listen 1d20 (20) + 10 = 30, success]<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"W-w-was...also a shifter. We...we...we...captured her mother. Said, with her captured too...or dead...her father would be forced to help them...and would get no aid from anyone else.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The tiefling's words hit Sherani's ears, and suddenly the rest of the world is gone, drowned out by a stampede of questions and doubts.<span style="font-style: italic">Mom? They've got Mom? But... that's </span>impossible!<span style="font-style: italic">I've seen her take down bears when she's pissed off! How could a bunch of second-rate thugs catch her? Unless that "Lesik" guy was there... Yeah, that must be it. Damn, he must have some serious muscle! Or really nasty spells! Or poison! or.... or... </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Or nothing.</span>It doesn't matter if Lesik is a three-headed dragon who farts lightning. All that matters is that he's got her Mom, and he's blackmailing her Dad. A crime against the Guardians and her family... she's doubly honor-bound to rip him in half. Sherani flashes a brutal smile, picturing the horrible things she's going to do to Lesik when she finds him.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I'll rip him into </span>four<span style="font-style: italic"> pieces... yeah, that'll do it! but first...</span><br/><br/>Muscles rippling, Sherani marches over to the kitchen, shoving aside doubts, fears, and any furniture that gets in her way. Glaring at the whimpering lump in Lilium's belly, she grabs it and gives it a solid shake. "You in there! I wanna know everything about the jerks that kidnapped my Mom, and I mean RIGHT NOW! " She bares her teeth for extra effect, completely oblivious to how she looks snarling at someone else's gut.<br/><br/>[Intimidate 1d20 (1) + 10 = 11]<br/>{Included the vore bonus since the tiefling's being digested- without it the check result is 9. Sherani's a bit hysterical right now...}