Her comment about smelling the blood of a devil in him did not seem to affect him one way or another. Under different circumstances, he'd have probably conjured up his Eidolon to spook her; but she wasn't some pitchfork wielding human or scornful elf, so he lets it slide. "I hope you have a plan." He'd whisper back, before turning towards the crowd.<br/><br/>Generally, Zaron was not good at doing things off-the-cuff. However, he gave it the best he could. "Everyone. I'm sure, though we're all different, from different places and of different stock, that we have all endured many of the same things. The scorn of ignorant folk and the ire and steel of zealots. Some of you may be like me, with not even a place<strong>worth</strong>calling home.  But, maybe we could have that. It's up to us to better our lot in life, and the power of the group exceeds the power of the individual. It'll be hard labor, but anything worth accomplishing is difficult. We can live and die amongst the dregs of societies that care little for our presence, or we can work to make a home for our kind."<br/><br/>She had mentioned getting them to spread his word to the wind. Well, he'd get to that in a moment, but first, he wanted to see if the crowd was going to buy what he was selling.<br/><br/>At 2013-09-14 19:07:30, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 1d20 Result: 13+7+5=25 (Diplomacy) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50097)