It is clear that the fox's meal is very much alive and desperate to get free. Winnow throws Marrok a sour glance. "Denying a doomed captive her last meal? Now that's just cruel." She doesn't need to be told twice, however, and she wraps her arms around her bulging belly and squeezes while holding her mouth open. Silvery-white hair matted into a tangled mess by saliva and stomach juices, the dark elf girl's head emerges from Winnow's wide-yawning jaws. She seems to have chewed right through the cloth gag stuck in her mouth while in the desperate surroundings of Winnow's gut. The soldier who captured Winnow glances over at the saved (for now) drow and purrs suggestively. "Oooh, I feel for your loss, my vulpine friend. I might have gone for her in your position, too."<br/><br/>Now that she's been saved from imminent digestion, the drow sits up and exhales heavily with relief. "Hah! Thank Ulundius you made her heave me up." She wipes the saliva away from her face with one hand. "Now, I realize that I owe you a debt of gratitude, but I warn you, you'd be well advised not to mistreat me. Or, uh,<span style="font-style: italic">eat</span>me. When our group doesn't come back, the rest of the Crew will come looking for us. They'll pay well for my safe return. I assume you've heard of us? My name is Callise, by the way."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">I hadn't been making death saving throws for the 'dead' orcs, so I'll just assume they all passed until now. Salana stabilizes two. The third passes his death save, so she can heal him next 'round' (I'm not really keeping track of initiative right now).</span><br/><br/>The first male orc acolyte is unconscious, but after some minor first aid, both magical and mundane, Salana is confident she'll wake up eventually. The badly burned female, who has been gritting her teeth in silent pain and on the verge of going into shock, relaxes when Salana eases her suffering and covers the deep burns. The third is still unconscious and slowly fading: Salana thinks she can probably save him, but it isn't a sure thing...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Nairen drops his weapons and moves to perform a stabilize check on the third orc. He rolls lucky and succeeds.</span><br/><br/>Having surrendered his sword and backup dagger, Nairen shuffles over to where the dying orc lies and kneels slowly, badly impaired by his own ragged wounds, and carefully binds the burned areas to prevent potentially fatal swelling before cleansing them with clean water from his wineskin. He glances at Salana and smiles wearily. "I don't know why you want to help us, but thank you."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">To prevent them from seeming like a 'waste', I'm going to say that natural 20s count as two successes in a skill challenge. That means you only need one more successful bluff check to convince Goldie.</span><br/><br/>In Goldie's mind, there is nothing at all suspicious about Saraphina's eagerness to please her; it was nothing but the treatment she naturally deserved by virtue of her superior heritage. "That's what I like to hear, Fina! I'm sorry for misunderstanding you at first. No hurt feelings, right? I do that sometimes."<br/><br/>"A snack and entertainment, you say?" The blonde genasi claps happily, producing a high-pitched ringing sound like a small hammer tapping rapidly against an anvil. "I think we'll get along very well. But beware! I have a refined palate. I wouldn't eat some filthy, mindless woodland creature any sooner than I would eat a rusty horseshoe. It's beneath me, you know?" She glances over at Salana. "I hope your friends are as enthusiastic as you are. It would be a shame if we had a difference of opinion in the future and I had to 'take care of' them. Well, a shame for them, anyway. I think they look delicious."<br/><br/>Just then, a whistle sounds from the other side of the inn's interior, and Yolanda emerges from a hallway, followed by Anastasia and a couple of new faces. "Heya! Saraphina! It sounded like the fighting in here had died down, so I figured I would go ahead and bring in the prisoners. I did as you asked and took them alive, so do me a favor and let me eat one when you're done questioning them, alright?" She finally emerges into the light. "Oh! Who is the blonde girl?" she asks of Goldie.<br/><br/>Following behind her, covered by Anastasia's bow, are two prisoners. The first is a tall but rather lean young white-and-black mouseboy. He seems surprisingly calm considering the circumstances, and wears a wry smirk on his arrogantly handsome face. The other is a shapely half-elf woman wearing her black hair in a ponytail. She looks nervous and frightened.