Devaguea DID mistake the oaf as a half ogre, but first things first. He spoke loudly, seeing if he could terrify the herd. GREETINGS BANDIT FUCKHEADS! Your leader is dead, and you have a choice. Either be put down like a rabid animals you are, or start running."<br/><br/>He set up to fling a snowball at the first target to try and rush the stairs, befoe the fighting devolved into a general melee. His mage armor would be good for a few more hours, so he was as ready as he could be.<br/><br/>intimidate 29 (+10)