"Sticky strands? Oh-" She shuts her mouth, looking around warily in the darkness. "Well, for pity's sake, we're carrying around an extra orc that nobody<span style="font-style: italic">needs</span>, why not offer it to her?" She hisses, trying to keep watch in all directions at once. Clearing her throat, she slithers a little forward, and looks in the direction given her to the roper. "Roper! My friends and I want to pass you by, and as much as we'd love to get tangled up in your strands, we are in a hurry and doing a job that melting away inside you would make us fail. Instead of that, I propose a trade; we were saving an orcish bandit for later, but we'd happily give her to you in exchange for safe passage. Is that acceptable?"<br/><br/>She still can't QUITE see who she's talking to, and she's got to be a bit blunt due to the monsters behind them, but that should still be about the needed pitch. Hopefully it wouldn't be upset by her apparently addressing a patch of wall a few feet away.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/328886">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">14</span>XD Hopefully the offer of GIFTS is enough to overcome a poor roll or maybe meal oftwo will be happening]]