<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Heshaar takes the two spot/intimidate/bluff and the +1 trip.</div></div></div><br/><br/>"...You DID need that," Chrrou agrees with Jess with a wryly-amused grin, leaning on his quarterstaff and wincing a little as one paw probes at the still-stinging wound in his side, the sight of the hobgoblins recalling the deep-biting arrow to mind. One more reason to look forward to that night's rest, once they finish their do-gooding. Still, whatever the reason, Chrrou's perked ears swivel and focus in on the couple minutes of Heodo-digestion with considerable satisfaction.<br/><br/>"Pure brute force is something we have," Chrrou squeakily agrees (with a straight face, no less) after hearing the warlike proposal. "Pure brute force is also how I'd imagine your enemies got where they are, and probably how they defend that position, too, so it's generally best to have a plan that goes beyond hoping our teeth are sharper than theirs," the mousefolk affirms with a nod to Soma. "... Enemies that *we* don't hardly know a thing about, I should mention. Usually you have to -pay- wandering well-armed groups to depose groups you'd rather see out of power," the druid goes on, "unless you're -very- convincing about explaining why disposing of these people exactly lines up with<span style="font-style: italic">our</span>goals. ...At the very least it'd be nice to know the who and why of the fight you'd like to see us drafted into." Chrrou doesn't seem entirely convinced that an enemy of their 'guests' is likely to be a mutual enemy of the party's; briefly he toys with the idea that these 'soggies' might be related to the town's leadership, but they wouldn't talk about assaulting someone like<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>this way in a suite where the walls literally have ears, would they?<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">...Oh.</span>" The thought of the ongoing mind-link only belatedly occurs to the druid. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do -you- know much about what they're talking about? Some reason they'd expect us to be champing at the bit to fight their battle here..?</span>"