<span style="font-weight: bold">Dura ir’Matellan</span><br/><br/>“It’s too hot,” the group’s leader complains, fanning herself, “and it doesn’t even have the decency to be a dry heat. I’m all…” she stretches, the tiniest of smirks written across her face. “Wet,” she finishes. “Lady Dura ir’Matellan, Knight of the Emerald Claw,” she introduces herself. “You will trust my word to release you - after you’ve produced the Dragon’s Eye. As to your dissembling,” she shrugs, “what honor backs your claims of ignorance? Not that it would excuse the theft, even if your word is good. The matter is easily resolved, however,” she nods, as if in decision. “Simply allow my guardswomen and I to search you, and you can be harmlessly on your way.” Her eyes slip back and forth between Xarces and Jules. “Thoroughly search, you understand,” she continues, licking her lips.<br/><br/>OOC, result of diplomacy, insight checks: Beneath her - quite genuine - desire, and hunger, Xarces and Jules are both aware that she’s somewhat uncertain. It isn’t entirely clear that she knows what the Dragon’s Eye is, exactly.