<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/33da4bc89e3eb8c95264e6d15d35c211/tumblr_pcpp2urfYP1xtyoyso1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Drothmick Unbeck (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2355359)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 23/23 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin tavern - Suzail.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Bastards.<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Intimidation Check to force the listener to fess up. Roll: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151416)<br/></span><hr/><br/>Suddenly, everyone at the table — possibly including Teoran's wolf — straightened their backs and began whispering among themselves. What had just happened? Someone was eavesdropping their conversation, they said? And what was the harm in that? In Drothmick's experience, word of mouth was the most effective way to single out unwanted listeners, and if they were dealing with only one person as the blue-haired woman posited, then they should not have that much trouble.<br/><br/>"Are all of you scared of a coward who listens from the shadows? Shame on all your bloodlines," Drothmick shook his head, really wondering if they were all related to him, and decided that he should take action. He stood on the chair he was sitting on — making him slightly taller than everyone by an inch or two —, and belted out the following: "Listen up, ya drunkards! Seems like someone out here likes to listen in on private conversations! Now isn't that impolite?" He waited for nods of agreement, but continues when he saw none, "Now would this little prick come forward and fess up before my axe starts talking?"