<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/4NGCqc6g/ae8f46fa01f710c33ffcb693f36777d7.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong></td><td>0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hit points:</strong></td><td>25</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Damage:</strong></td><td>d6</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Str:</strong></td><td>16</td><td>[+2]</td><td><strong>Dex:</strong></td><td>13</td><td>[+1]</td><td><strong>Con:</strong></td><td>15</td><td>[+1]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int:</strong></td><td>08</td><td>[-1]</td><td><strong>Wis:</strong></td><td>09</td><td>[+0]</td><td><strong>Cha:</strong></td><td>12</td><td>[+0]</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Mazz Merrytongue (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339377#msg15339377)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Mazz Attempts to Smooth Talk the Locals (Charisma Roll=5)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Everyone was almost certainly grateful for the evening's respite, if for no other reason than to resupply. Though they had set off with additional rations, wine AND clean underwear well in excess of what the journey demanded, Mazz had made it very clear that she had no idea what the term "rationing" actually meant. She had begun with a single slice of salted jerky and then complained that it made her throat dry. After five minutes travel with her complaints providing the only soundtrack to their adventures, at last a wine-skin was opened so that she might wash it down with a few sips. The few sips turned into a drained wine-skin, which she suckled on for a full minute after it was empty. This sacrifice brought them a few moments of blessed peace, before the woman complained haughtily that the poor wine was upsetting her stomach and now she needed bread...<br/><br/>This was, of course, made all the more exasperating by the fact that Mazz Merrytongue did not HAVE a throat to grow dry, nor did she have a stomach to upset nor even the NEED to eat in the first place.<br/><br/>After that, the bread turned out to be too dry, the second wine skin was too fruity (though she again, consumed it all), the hard cheese too pungent, the third wine skin not fruit enough, the<em>[...Edited for Time...]</em>after which the smoked fish was too fishy and it left and bad taste in her mouth, but there was no wine left after the multiple skins and the one small barrel. And so, faced with either drinking water or shutting up, Mazz seemed at last content.<br/><br/>The last of her repast floated about lazily through her torso, the salmon fizzing and dissolving bones and all in the clear sea of pink by the time the sun began to set. To no one's great surprise, when they arrived at Dusklit, Mazz was quite insistent that she be allowed to enjoy the tavern. It only made sense in her mind, that after a long day of drinking, she deserved a drink!<br/><br/>"You'll find the best answers to life's questions at the bottom of a glass! That's the Merrytongue family motto!" The ooze-girl reasoned loudly.<br/><br/>This was a strange tidbit for her to share with everyone, given that on separate occasions she had said that her family motto was, "Wine is proof that the gods love us.", "We are master of words unsaid and slaves of those we let slip out.", "Never suck a dick on credit." "Refreshingly honest is just a nice way of saying you're a rude bitch." and the perennial favorite said with a heavy slur, "Set the mutton on the floor and back away slowly. I'm going to make that meat my husband and face-fuck it."<br/><br/>After a few hours of solid drinking, the matter of seeking intel from the locals came up. Or maybe it didn't. All Mazz could hear out of one ear was the steady crash of the liquor as her alcohol content climbed ever higher. Mirwen stood and turned to her companions, "Be right back, I am going to go talk to the barkeep."<br/><br/>Somehow from that passing comment, Mazz heard the word, "INFORMATION?!? I believe I have that well in hand!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">She did not. (Charisma Roll = 5)</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2020-03-30 15:39:51, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 2d6k2a1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145807)</div></div><br/><br/>Though she could be charming in her own unique way at times, this was certainly not one of those times. On the one hand, one of the other girls probably should have stopped her from speaking to the locals. Even at her most coherent, Mazz was "refreshingly honest". On the other hand, if there wasn't a bar fight, it wasn't really a Delvers night of drinking. The slime woman made her way in a stumbling line towards a gathering of townsfolk, "Pardon me, good sirs! I am looking for information, and I am intent upon trading sexual favors for it! So to aid me in my quest, mayhap can you tell me..."<br/><br/>Mazz seemed to lose her train of thought, and she struggled visibly with how to phrase the question that plagued her. At last, she stared down the gathered patrons at the bar with a wavering gaze, "Can you tell me where you hide the attractive men in your village, so I can question them? Crooked-nosed knaves and mule faces the lot of you! Surely there is a friendly face to sit on somewhere in this town?" She shook her mug at a hideous pair of twin farmers (or perhaps it was a single hideous farmer and she was seeing double), "...you are HAUNTINGLY ugly!"