Adriaan frowns at the blunt one.  "You speak for both of you?" he asks the blunt one.  Then his frown fades as he turns to the shy one.  "You understand that it's not going to get easier the longer it goes on," he tells her.  "They'll keep throwing you both at tougher and tougher challenges and your luck will eventually run out.  Gods above, you saw mine almost did."  He motioned to his arrow wound, which was open even without the arrow in it.  "I give you my solemn word that if you come with me, no harm will come to you.  I'll even help you get out of the city.  But waiting your sentence out isn't worth it.  Too many people die that way."  He pauses, hoping his words had the effect he wanted them to have.<br/><br/>(Adriaan doesn't use his potion after all.  I have him at 3hp, I'll edit if that's wrong.  Diplomacy to convince at least the timid one: 19m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/639829">http://orokos.com/roll/639829</a>m)