Feeling rather more human, stable, and a live - especially after a quick swig on his hip-flask, Horatio returned to the group. Still a little shakey around the edges, he watches Jera and nods to her words.  Poor woman - presumably the child of the previous leader, left orphaned and in power. No wonder the warrants had been issued.<br/><br/>Smelling his breath to make certain that the last hint of vomit was gone, he strides heroically and manfully back towards the group and inserts himself next to the lovely lady and puts an arm on her shoulder, and then in his best 'quarter-deck naval officer inspiring troops'-voice<br/><br/>"Never fear, Lady Jera, for we are indeed those sent to deliver you and your people. You have Samuel's skill with words, Cedric's skill with the bow, Tiiyana's magic, Madadh's strength, Apsara's wisdom, and my sword. You merely need to point us in the right direction and tell us what we need, and it will be achieved. No task to big nor too small. We are at your command"<br/><br/>Perform: Oratory check<br/>At 2010-12-23 07:22:35, mystictiger (uid: 13754) rolls: 1d20m5 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20881)