Surprised as any by his central position within the fray, Moss takes a moment to clench his pipe within his beak, and then reaches to the medicine bag at his side, extracting from it a single sprig of mistletoe that he cradles gently in his hands, before exhaling a long slow stream of thick pipeweed into. As the smoke clears, the sprig blossoms with full and colorful berries, which plump out to an impressive degree.<br/><br/>Working deftly, the tortle plucks these berries from the sprig and moves forward, holding them out to the shambling mound as he takes one knee, speaking to it gently, as one might towards a child. It was clear that he was trying his best to be diplomatic, but the attempt itself was more an insult than any silence he might have attempted. This was probably going to go quite poorly for him.<br/><br/>"Hello stupid plant creature. I and your enslaver are here to return you to the comforting warmth of your enforced captivity. Here in my possession I have some tasty berries which are decidedly not grapes, but may appear similar at a cursory examination. If time had permitted, I would have plucked you proper grapes, which I understand that you like. I was not aware that a creature as stupid as you could make such differentiations. That is impressive, after a fashion. Please do not murder us, large plant monster."<br/><br/><strong>PC: Moss uses his action to cast the spell Goodberry at first level, and then makes a Persuasian check to try and ply the plant monster with the tasty berries. Moss rolls a natural 1, which with his charisma modifier of -1 equals exactly zero. I would say that Moss probably failed about as hard at this as it is possible to do.</strong>