<span style="color: #40BF80">"Hu<span style="font-style: italic">ff</span>h now, li<span style="font-style: italic">ff</span>le <span style="font-style: italic">ff</span>hing..." <br/></span>That dainty fennec was<span style="font-style: italic">truly</span>appetizing. It tasted quite better than the average swamp dweller, and though he would normally have preferred a farmer's nice daughter, he had to admit the thought of devouring this helpless morsel was ... definitely alluring. But he knew this wouldn't have been the better choice even without Johan's warning - the scout could be interrogated, and maybe bargained to get back the fairies -<span style="font-style: italic">right before a frontal assault</span>, of course.<span style="font-style: italic">(The monstrous antipaladin's apprehension for the faeries' fate is not exactly due to friendship or chivalry, rather than plain gluttonous greed - it would be just insufferable if  he had to resist snatching them for so many days, just to let some other lucky folk consume them!)</span><br/>What is harder to resist is the tentation to actually ... toy a little with that small, terrorized creature. Oh, yes, the terror in his eyes and his desperate wriggling are absolutely delicious to the hideous creature, and torturing and teasing him a little would just be so precious ... but he has his orders, after all.<br/>Johan still believes in the possibility of a peaceful accomodation, and so ... well, the prisoner has to be treated softly. He lets out a snarl of frustration, then clasps one enormous hand around the fennec's gracious muzzle, detaching his tongue.<br/><span style="color: #40BF80">"Hssss ... Worry not. We will not harm you  -thisss isss for your own good. I'll take you sssssomewhere ssssafe..."</span>he hisses. With his free hand he proceeeds to fetch all the 'confiscated' equipment, place it inside his backpack and secure his shield on the back and the sword in the scabbard; then, he grabs the fennec's whole body in his clutches.<span style="color: #40BF80">"Now rrrrrelax, little thing,"</span>he continues, proceeding back to the rest of the group.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/258061">"Yes, you *will* be safe...", Bluff</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>(Oooh, that's a fumble. I guess Thygor isn't the best to set people at ease...)