[what is the content of the message?]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Whose idea was it?" the taur thinks for a moment. "Not mine. That fire-cat...I dunno where she's from, but she showed up about a week ago and started making these big speeches about how The White Wyrm says the Pact is over and done with." she laughs darkly. "--I guess she was exagerating a titch, eh? You guys don't look done to me. We never woulda attacked a city normally, it's too risky. But we were so hungry...we didn't care. She promised us the gates would be open and that every one of us would get a meal, and that was all it took--we were sold."<br/><br/>The taur shakes her head. "These mice're lucky you were here. I could've eaten, like, twenty in one sitting." she laughs again, then sighs with anxiety as she remembers how bad her situation is. "Hey...you know....if you guys just let me go, this once...I'll never come back to Boryg again. I swear on my honor, you'll never see me again!"<br/><br/>[wolftaur diplomacy: 1d20(6)-1=5; not convincing at all]