His heart beat grows ever stronger as he draws closer to the priestess. Hearing the draconic chant up ahead, he can only guess what manner of scene lay in wait for him just around the bend....<br/><br/>Far too eager, Xarces stumbles out into the open, the blood freezing in his veins, as the eyes of the priestess fall directly upon him. She offering a toothy smile as she exclaims a sacrifice has arrived.<br/><br/>Fear, and fascination clash within his mind. (So...finally.....this is the priestess...) he thinks as he takes in her image. He had to admit she was quite striking to behold. The feathers where a beautiful contrast to her darkened scales, and the leathers complimented the shape of her body well.<br/><br/>So taken by the image of the priestess was he that Xarces would hardly notice the other lizardfolk who had been tidying the room. That is of course, until the order to seize him sunk in, and a loud roar snaps him from his frozen state. Clawed hands wraping tightly around his wrists as a scowl instinctively crosses the bards face. Xarces thinking quickly as he assumed himself to be the only one here, unknowing that Alizome lay in wait within the shadows. As he would not have imaged that she would slip past the combat on a whim to proceed down the corridor he had already taken steps to position himself within.<br/><br/>As such he spreads his wings wide, glaring up to the lizard who held his arms secure. "You dare lay a hand on the decedent of Hezcalipa? Why I should see you burn where you stand for such an act!" he threatens menacingly in draconic.<br/><br/>Despite the harshness in his words, his voice takes on a completely different tone the moment he looks back to the priestess "And so it is, that we finally meet......" he begins with a light smile. "So far have I traveled, so much destruction have I wrought, from the poisoning of your meat, to the razing of the poisondusk huts, and the slaying of your blackscales...... all of it simply to get to you..." his words laced with an air of mystery, and yet there was a sincerity to his voice. As there had truly been a deep and burning curiosity within him to find his way before the priestess. In addition Xarces openly takes the blame for it all, as should his visions come true, he would at least want shaklik to be safe.<br/><br/>He was so very curious about the priestess, for reasons he could not explain. The threat of sacrifice was there, held up in the back of his mind, and he hoped that his words would peek her curiosity, to delay whatever fate she may have in mind for him, or at the very least, enable her to speak to him openly whilst she proceeded.<br/><br/><br/>[[Xarces: Not sure if you want to count this as a strict combat, if so feel free to only use one of these rolls, otherwise he is trying to intimidate the blackscale, and diplomacy the priestess :3<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146139">Intimidate</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146140">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">28</span>