Sinthorn lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head, reflecting upon how often the beautiful and alluring is a trap in nature....He calls out, his voice low, to the plant creature.  "Of course....I shall go tell my companions to wait for me."<br/><br/>With that,  he hurries back to the group,  whistling to warn them of his approach. As he nears, he calls out.  "Danger ahead.....but it should not follow,  we should be able to circle around."<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/>bluff 1+10=11,   he plans on leading the group in a wide circle around the flower,  to avoid letting her trap any of the other men with the group.