<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;">@Akiada &amp; lerkur: Believe me, I know the feeling! My schedule has been plenty hectic as well. Luckily the work crunch causing my end of the delays should be over by... *checks calendar* ... uh, late March mid-April.  Probably. <img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/><br/><br/>I wonder if I'll remember what free time feels like by then...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Gimme a break,</span>Til thinks to herself as the gnoll in front of her drones on. All in all, she decides, she's due for one after the lousy night she's had. By all rights, she should be living in up in the tavern district backalleys right now, earning herself a secondhand buzz from a stomach full of drunken reveller. Instead, here she is: trussed up in Chomper HQ qith a sore jaw and minus two hard-earned meals. As if that weren't bad enough, this overdressed hyena has the gall to lecture her about self-control and civility. Well, it's not her first time with this song and dance - the bosses'll have someone along to spring her soon enough. As long as the chompers don't talk her to death first...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Dagnyr wrote:</cite>"So. Here's how it works: you tell us everything..."</div></blockquote><br/>"Save yer meat-breath, Giggles," Til interrupts. "I know how this one goes: I squeal like a stuck sewer rat, an' you pull some strings with the higher-ups so's I stay comfy here and don't dangle, right? Pssh." She snorts and rolls her eyes in derision. "You really think I'm gonna buy that line, Giggles? Talk's cheap, especially from a chomper. You gotta gimme somethin' solid I can sink my teeth in... like her." The catgirl peers over Dagnyr's shoulder at Larynn with a look of recognition - and hunger.<br/><br/>"Whaddya say, Giggles? A bite of the mutt for a clue? Gimme the whole girl, and I'll tell ya whatever ya want... after I nap her off, o' course. Hehe..." Til chuckles, flashing Larynn another vicious smile - until the leathery thing at her side leans over and returns an even nastier grin. Her jaw nearly drops to her collar in shock, and she begins mouthing something that looks like "monster."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Dagnyr wrote:</cite>"These two have been made deputies, and so not only is the large, scary looking one capable of eating you, but she's of temporary status such that I can sign off on it. All very legal and official like."<br/><br/>"Now, you can deal with me and you might get something out of it, or you can deal with her and probably get into something. Your choice."</div></blockquote><br/>"Ah... um. uh." Til stammers. Her attention remains fixed on the pillar of muscle behind Dagnyr, particularly the toothy part that continues to leer at her over the paladin's shoulder. Despite her efforts to go elesewhere, her thoughts keep coming back to how many teeth must be in the demoness's head. More teeth than hers, definitely. Bigger that hers.<span style="font-style: italic">Sharper</span>than hers. It wouldn't take much for them to turn her into shredded catfood - if she was lucky. On the other hand, there were a lot of teeth waiting back home to do the same thing if word got back about a snitch. A demon tummy might not be so bad compared to that bunch...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell am I thinkin'? I don't wanna die in <span style="font-weight: bold">anyone's</span> tummy!</span>Til gulps nervously, and gives Dagnyr a pleading look. "I, uh... I don't s'pose I could sleep on it? Ahehehe... eh?"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Vanika wrote:</cite>"How about we just cut to the chase?" Vanika cuts in. "This kitty here’s a cop killer, right? I don’t think anyone would complain if I just …"</div></blockquote><br/>"H-hey, waitaminnit! What're you doin'? Put me down!" Til kicks and screams to no real effect as Vanika hoists her effortlessly from her chair. Her struggles intensify as the demoness's mouth grows larger in her vision, ready to pick her end for her - and then, just inches from the wickedly curled red lips, she stops, dangling like the world's most ironic mouse. She forces herself not to look ahead, to stare at the floor instead, and meets Larynn's eyes along the way.<br/><br/>"H-hey, mutt? You know I was just kiddin' right? I wasn't really gonna eatcha! No hard feelings, right? Please?<span style="font-style: italic">Please?</span>" The catgirl's eyes are pleading this time, watering with fear as well as the sting of brimstone gusting across her face. She winces and snaps back to face Vanika as the demoness booms her demands in the poor catgirl's ear.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Vanika wrote:</cite>"Do you even know anything valuable? Anything at all worth more than nice, tasty, squirming meal? You probably don’t even know where the big blonde lady is now, do you?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Th-th-the b-blonde l-lady?" Til stammers. "I dunno who you're talkin' about... " Another gust of sulfuric air gusts across her body, and she screams in panic. "Wait! The bosses said we were takin' a prize to the docks tonight - somethin' about a trade with some bandits from upriver! It was, uh, porthole... Port street! That's all I know, honest!"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Vanika wrote:</cite>"What about friends? Who in you little gang do you think would be worth eating more than, well, you?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Anyone! Everyone!" Til yells. "I just do Molly's grunt work, I'm not even<span style="font-style: italic">mrm-mph...</span>" Her plea abruptly transforms into a truncated murmur as she clamps her lips shut, swallowing her words back down with an audible gulp. She eyes Vanika nervously, hoping the demoness missed the significance of her slip-up.<br/><br/><br/><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;">Dagnyr's check was sufficient to raise Til's attitude to Indifferent. Vanika's check bumped her straight to friendly (and would have regardless of her starting attitude - that is one <span style="font-style: italic">scary</span> demoness). Til doesn't know anything much more about the meeting, but she'll gladly spill her guts to avoid going in someone else's. Only questions about the Alley Cats themselves will require checks. (Exception: Til will probably tell who "Molly" is with just a little bit of pressure.)</div></div></div>