"Hey, I'm sorry about the knives, but you scared the crap out of me!" Lars protested.  "What am I supposed to think when someone breaks down a door and starts shouting at me?"  He listened to Damian, his face going pale when he talked about drugging the drinks.  "N-no, wait, stop!" Lars begged when Damian held the vial up to his lips.  "It's... it's a poison," he finally admitted.  "It's a weak one, it only makes someone sick for a few hours, after that it's like nothing ever happened.  I don't know those two names, though," he continued, "all I know is, some guy told me about the band and said they'd pay me a big price if I was able to get one of them tied up and helpless for them.  I don't know anything about... reanimating corpses, or anything," he said with a bit of disgust in his voice.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Well, at least I rolled higher than a 2 this time... Bluff of 15</div></div>