(Active Digestion Attack vs. the Sharakeim: 1d20(13)+10=23; Success)<br/>(Digestion Damage: 1d6(2)+6=8)<br/><br/>Calia was quiet as she considered the elf's proposition, although the silence was somewhat broken as her stomach continued to work on the Sharakeim. As she thought about the deal, one hand absentmindedly rubbed her stuffed belly while the other one continued to hold it's grip on the elf. After a couple of moments she reaches her decision.<br/><br/>"Fine," she growls as she pulls the elf closer to her, tight against her churning stomach. "Start with why you're here and why in the gods' names you're trying to capture me. I'm tired of being hounded by you mercenaries, so believe me when I tell you that if I think you're not telling me everything I will kill you. Don't try telling me what you think I want to hear, just the truth. If you can do that you might just make it out of here alive."<br/><br/>"But if you can't do that..." Calia tugs the elf even closer to her face, so that the woman is partially lifted up on the half-giantess' belly and her feet cease to maintain contact with the floor. "I think you know exactly what will happen."<br/><br/>(Intimidate Check vs the Elf: 1d20(20)+8+4=32)